Rosa acicularis

This is like seeing an iceberg from the top only

God I hope I am immortalised by my husband for having 40 cats

Cats: the painting.

hitting your mid-late twenties be like

roy mustang is gay and my proof is he fucking responds to his team being spooked over ghost stories with “what good is having interest in other men”, which is both off topic and something only a closeted gay man would say, then immediately visits the hughes household. absolutely wild

We forgot about it

I once signed up to participate in a study on how depression affects memory, forgot I was meant to go do it, and when I emailed to apologise to the PhD student running it she basically told me that a) she was very used to this happening and b) the weird irony of her theories’ correctness making it very difficult to arrange proving them had by now gone from infuriating to hysterical

my memory has gotten so bad at one point I couldn’t remember easy words. It would sometimes take me MINUTES to formulate what I wanted to say. it’s better now, but I still have an absolute TRASH memory

this is like scrooge seeing his own grave in a christmas carol

Love reblogging a picture of Tumblr’s grave on Tumblr

a bear has learned my furry son can be bought

WHO WILL WIN?

fuck.