kat :3

check this out i'm playing bad apple in your imagination

reblog to play bad apple on your mutuals

i love you semicolon. no one look at my 80 word sentence

Thinking about my first moots ever who disappeared forever

My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying

"she thinks this is bonding behavior" my friend this has BECOME your bonding behaviour

i have been informed by literally every french speaker on earth that “une pipe” is slang for blowjob

crush totally wasn't impressed by my miraculous flying machine fml

oh my god i just saw her get onto an airship with a woman whose tophat has at least twice as many sprockets as mine. i will be killing myself with an elaborate pneumatic pistol tonight

a watched nut never busts. or something. i dont fucking know what you people find funny anymore. 9/11.

why is this the one

time to make a post on tumblr. surely no one will interpret it to be as offensive and bad intentioned as possible.

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