*Muffled Sounds of Gorilla Violence*

good god when the roast beast hits..

cool little factoid I made this post as I was having a genuine panic attack on 600 micrograms of lsd in the middle of downtown Denver because I lost my wallet. like this was me operating at peak efficiency

has anyone figured out how to turn off the thing where you love your pet so much it slides inexorably into grief-borrowing

“For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious.”

what did they do

What they had to do.

(no beers in) does anyone wanna keep me as their house pet forever