im just a little goblin and i cannot comprehend the passage of time

I really really wish I was a cat, I’m not built for this capatalist society but I am built for sleeping 19 hours a day and knocking things over

theatre productions about teenagers be like: *puts 30 year old man in a hoodie*

god i hate being alive i just wanna die in a national park under mysterious circumstances 

ok im done being dramatic i finally started my homework and its not that bad

That time of night as an adult where you’re desperately tired and want to sleep but you also don’t want to give up the day yet bc there’s stuff you wanna do. I’m calling it the toddler hour

This post came into my bedroom and punched me in the face

How do people get to own secondhand bookshops. Not the big/newer quirky ones, but the little dusty ones that are piled high with books and always staffed by that same old guy who’s reading behind the desk. How do these businesses even begin, how do they survive, they feel like they were passed down by immortals and staffed by retired druids or something

my writing ability currently feels on par with that of like…. a seven year old. i’m just writing one sentence. then another sentence. subject verb object, dependent clause period. do any of them relate? unclear. that is for god to decide. i certainly can’t.

the url makes this so much funnier 

One of my favorite things about this scene was that by this point, these three animal actors were so fond of each other that the trainers really didn’t have to do much work to make them go to each other like this. They were really that happy to see each other! 

Gordon Ramsay traveling to colleges to make the food better would be an excellent show.

adulthood is just a constant struggle of, “man, i want cookies for breakfast, but I also recognize this is a bad nutritional decision.  On the other hand, the only one who can stop me is me.  i know that fucker’s weaknesses.  i could totally take me in a fight.”