*ੈ✩‧₊˚ chris kratt *･₊˚✧

When I (M29) was a young boy (M7) my father (M35) took me into the city (X167) to see a marching band (M23, M21, M22, F22, M24, M25, F21, M

He said “Son (M7) when you grow up (F33) would you be — wait what”

you're just mad because you're hungry and tired and your legs hurt and you head hurts and you're too hot and you have depression

There was really no winning that one

I don’t have time to draw it right now but while driving home from the winco I saw a happy mustached man pedaling a bike, towing a cart built to look like a chariot, inside of which stood what I can only imagine was his completely expressionless 13 year old in a makeshift corinthian helmet

(vagueposting) I saw a post I didn't like