the feminine urge to pack up all my things spontaneously and just move away from everyone into a cute little cabin in the mountains and make it my boho/cottage core/farm of my dreams. can we make this happen?

tiny hearts generate above my head when i think of you

tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired

*apologizes for being distant* *apologizes for being affectionate*

*apologizes in general*

*apologizes for apologizing*

you did what you could today. it’s okay.

there is NOTHING on this planet that is softer or kinder than ur cat purring when they see u :(

why get a stress ball when you can just squeeze my titty instead?