if this year had a colour it would be like when u get black pen on ur yellow felt tip and everything is ruined forever
u think i am walking around the house with a blanket around my shoulders because i cold but in actuality it is my cloak and i am on an adventure
no offense but after thousands of years of evolution… why can’t I breathe underwater, fly, or be motivated for more than 2 days at a time
*puts a normal sized carrot in a bag of baby carrots so they have adult supervision*
it makes me so uncomfortable when people ask me “where do you see yourself in [x] years” like……..i see myself cold in the ground my guy but thats not the answer u want to hear so this is an awkward predicament we’re in huh
half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole
*gets down on one knee* *gets down on other knee* *lays down on ground* *doesn’t get up ever*