The day is mine

where's that picture that ruined my life

say what you want about me but friends confide in me. colleagues hug me. animals nap on me and strangers meet my eyes and smile

This post is: Bouba

Me, putting a red bracelet on the leg of a male red wing blackbird: ON GOD we gonna get u some pussy bro

Can you swap their heads ?

I feel like because ALL women are forced to feel insecure about their bodies, thin women often think that what fat women experience is equally comparable to them. Not even close ladies

Mewseum

Official silly sign

cis men trying to impress a woman have access to levels of pretentious cringe previously thought to only occur at event horizons.

a man once tried to flatter me by going "you know what i notice about your home? there's no TV, because you're so intellectually alive you don't even need one" like motherfucker i absolutely have a tv, it's just under the bed right now because i kept abandoning necessary tasks because i love tv so damn much. don't even fucking play. you know what's not here, for real? you. byeeeee.

We just not going to talk about how he can also do pottery? With chocolate?

And stickers!

he HAS A not chocolate version of that god damned bowl right there! TAUNTING US, and holding the not pastries kiwis!

friendship addicts will be like “i just need one more hit of your infectious laughter and zest for life”

smoking my Bigarette

finally. the cigarón