Brown Eyed Loner

so january is almost over huh? what’s next? february? give me a break

Being weird together in museums is a love language

i understand why old people sit outside just to sit outside

a lot of shit just not worth my time no more

you think youre so funny and cool huh. well you are. i love you

newborn babies when theyre hungry and their mom isnt in the room and they think she stopped existing bc no object permanence

i love the term “found family” because it can mean anything from “over the course of our epic adventure we gradually came to realize that we had found the loving home and family we were all searching for in each other” to “i woke up in the same dumpster as this troop of idiots who immediately forcibly inserted themselves into my life despite my loud and repeated objections and increased the amount of problems in it by 200% less than a week ago but i’m already prepared to die for every single one of them without hesitation”

Caucasian legend?

reblog to keep cotton eyed joe sealed away

Exactly how i feel

Wholesome