#cher talking

My damn cat Hannibal just jumped on the bed without a care in the world, climbed on top of me, and started kneading my chest. Dude, what?

“Stop feeling guilty. It wasn’t your fault. You’ve already apologized, and you didn’t mean to do it. You can’t control what other people think or feel. You can’t change people, you know that yourself. Yes, I know you wish things were different. But there are some things you just can’t change. I know it hurts, and it’s not hard for you to slip back into a low mood after days of feeling okay. But you’re not an idiot for having a relapse—it can happen to anyone. You’re human. It’s okay to cry; you’re not pathetic. What made you think you were? Why are you so hard on yourself? You’re doing the best you can. You know that. Do you want to keep going like this?” Me talking to myself. Yeah, I’m trying to comfort myself. Don’t judge me.

chicos, saqué la teoría de que @eli3p tuvo un viaje astral, estuvo con Cerati y no quería volver. Pero tuvo que volver por las malas, y quiere ocultarnos eso a mi y a @furiaenlaciudad

QUIERO QUE GANE NORUEGA, vamos Noruega, por favor. Tienen que ganarle a Inglaterra.

No one. The recipe my friend @kukikatt is looking for: “How to prepare and eat a good pussy.”

Encontrar a una compañera que todos dicen que se nota que es lesbiana, fue chistoso. Estoy en una carrera en donde casi todas somos mujeres. Y yo soy antrosexual, es como, me impresiona ver a compañeras lesbianas porque todas son hetero en su mayoría. Y me da gracia que piensen que soy hetero.