Rach🌻

september was practice… in october I’m getting my shit together

in november I'm getting my shit together

i do not fuck i fulfill prophecies

and you know what i don’t believe katy perry really kissed a girl

u know what makes me cry..... that one van gogh quote about life changing for the better..... “many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. and it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘what do i care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ yes, evil often seems to surpass good. but then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. one morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. and so i must still have hope.” yeah..... Crying....

i like to think that the junimos would be like kittens. always in your business. climbing on you. but literally the best thing ever

fun thing about herding and/or generally neurotic breeds: they are really good at following rules you have instituted, but they will also make their own Dog Rules they will follow stringently whether or not you like it

despite never being reprimanded for getting sick if my dog throws up she will ‘tattle’ on herself and run over to me, show me the throw up, then hide and start shaking uncontrollably. nobody taught her to do this. she has decided that throwing up is a punishable offense until the end of time

my dog has decided that it’s solely on her shoulders to ensure there is peace in my house…if the cats fight she stands between them to ‘break it up’ and/or herds them away, if my rats have an argument she goes to the cage door and barks until they stop. not sure why she has decided she must carry the weight of the world but she has

i’ve never seen a mouse that looks so much like a mouse before

i really like to imagine legolas with earrings and little beads in his hair and tiny trinkets. he is a princess after all

If you need me I’ll be rocking back and forth in my room, rambling about my “precious”. Nothing suspicious. Don’t ask me about it. It’s mine. It belongs to me.

i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person

Got that vampire autism where you gotta invite me in every time

BABY DOES NOT NEED SMOKO

hard cider was invented when someone decided to make beer that tastes good instead of bad