death had me like

can i borrow 1 thousing dollers

a cat is a sort of machine that dispenses hair all over you and everything else in the room

You show a cat something and they're like sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff ooooh I understand now. Don't care

its almost time for my next dose of candy

im not above eating some low hanging fruit like if theres low hanging fruit i might eat some

idk I think maybe 2000s/10s feminism talked too much about “unrealistic beauty standards for women” that people forgot “beauty standards for women” is already fucked up

oh i’m sorry would you rather me beat an alive horse?

it’s rotten work. to me if it’s me.

I'm like if a missing person was literally right there

i always look back in anger but its important to look forward with it also