love how sometimes i’m like “oh, i should put this somewhere safe so i don’t lose it and know exactly where to find it later!” and about a month later i’m standing in my ransacked room trying to get into past me’s mindset like some kinda amateur historian on one of those history channel treasure hunting shows trying to get into the mind of a nineteenth century pirate to figure out where they hid some possibly nonexistent apocryphal loot

having memory problems is like being an archaeologist of your own life and it isn’t nearly as exciting as it sounds

:(

im laughing so hard

Goddang raven tap dancing on my roof

That IS his job

OH my bad sir please proceed

this my favorite edgar allen poe poem

Everything in life is better now

no one eats blueberries faster…

Girls night! Girls night! Girls night! Girls night! Girls night! Girls night!