from gender crises to wanting to aggressively make out to writing porn on company time, i think this friday’s doing okay so far

Love is stupid and amazing and terrible and fabulous and the most horrid thing ever while simultaneously the most wonderful thing ever. The everlasting struggle by being a hopeless romantic but at the same time not too consumed in dreams and worrying like a neurotic nutjob. I want everything to be beautiful and I don’t want to get too crazy worrying about everything, instead just step back and appreciate it but I’m such a worrier it’s disgusting. I want to be happy and not worry about being happy because that is my number one happiness ruiner. /rant

I want to catnap cats. Whether that involves taking the cats or simply napping amongst them, I am game.