soft in the middle

your cat was an honor to see in the window

Best picture in the world

hey can i bum a broom off you i havent sweeped in four days

People on Tumblr love sharing information about themselves no matter how asinine it is. And I'm the same way. Everybody tell me what the last thing you drank was.

i’m like if a pervert was a sweetheart

there's something so good about a character who hasn't had enough comfort and warmth in their life and now has weird complicated kinda sexual feelings about being treated with actual basic respect and dignity and they feel like an awful gross pervert for it. i like those wires getting crossed

"they've had intercourse" "i know that i'm asking if they've kissed"

Everything I read about recovering from burnout is like “it takes months or even years to fully recover” and it’s like okay…. I have a weekend before I gotta clock in on Monday