you know what’s fucked up?
that you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowed street and suddenly you’re plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question, “what did i do wrong?”
I got this guys.
*RENT plays in background*
*SINGS IT IMMEDIATELY*
you are the dancing queen, young and sweet only seventeen.
that is a raccoon
He’s summoning Satan
or maybe he’s just warming his paws because they’re cold
No, he’s a cat. He is definitely summoning Satan.
Could you imagine how cool it would be to write poems on this and stuff.
Hanging out with tumblr founder and out-of-focus individual David Karp.
I thought this was cute cause it’s like little vanillite looking up to Reshiram.
In case anyone wanted to know what a lightning strike can do to the body- given that they survive.
Cute chocolate cat at the maid cafe!