Ever Stop to Think and Forget to Start Again?

when you go to therapy

im sorry rosie youve been a good friend

I don’t care if you’ve already seen this on your dash. See it again.

THAT LITTLE FISTBUMP AT THE END HAS ME CRYING

when u see my husband on queer eye in ten years know that he actually dresses nice and can cook and go to the theatre and that he is only pretending to be schlubby bc our kink is conning five nice gay men with netflix money into redoing our living room and that this is all a very elaborate sexy roleplay for us

Wow, OP’s MIND.

Hey is the build a bear employee supposed to force us to jump up and down or are we getting hazed

as a build-a-bear employee it is my honor to happily inform you that we get to make everyone do whatever the fuck we want during a heart ceremony. jump to get that heart beating. rub that heart to your knees so your furry friend always needs you. rub it to your toes so it’s totally awesome! shake it up so it’s got enough energy to hang out with you all day! close your eyes, make a wish, and give it a kiss you helpless motherfucker

Look, reanimation is a Process, okay

“Reanimation is a process” is a sentence that just makes me want to play a Necromancer as a very deadpan Build-A-Bear employee.

If you arent at least vaguely aware of your friends digestive system issues are you even friends.

u know what my goal is to eat pastries in different countries

i can say embarrassing things on here because y’all are not real

i feel like it must be the height of luxury and decadence to be a kid sitting in one of those little trailers attached to your parent’s bike, being driven around like some kind of pompous miniature capitalist, relaxing with perhaps a small snack while your personal chauffeur takes you wherever you wish