Me On Valentines:

I /was/ gonna make a post about how sad and lonely I am and how badly I want someone/anyone to want Me- but then my cat started playing with a ball of painter's tape that I'd left on the floor and I remembered that I fucking love cats and life is good, actually!

Owo

O w O of immunity. Reblog to ward off the evils of 2019

Why did I make this as a post...???

Oh shit I have therapy today!

Ps: friend(you know who you are) if you ever want to hang out feel free to just text me!

I'd love to hang out sometime and I don't have anything else to do, anyways, so you don't need to worry that I might be busy! I love you!

She came into my room, meowed, hopped up into my bed, and then snuggled, all while purring V LOUDLY... am I in heaven😍

Tried to make a sunset themed beanie...

At least it looked good while on the loom.

The cutest sleeping face on Earth. Hes sleeping on books but he seems comfy enough.

anyway attack on titan is nazi propaganda and i dont trust ppl who like it, and as a Jew™ and general decent person i have the fucking right to say i hate snk and fans of it on my own blog

Some uhh, mcfucking doots of myself being lazy Enjoy, ya fucks

Just thought of this

When me and my sister's(I'm the youngest) were little, our mom loved to tickle us and the only way to make her stop was to hit her somehow, (preferably hard enough leave a bruise since she'd avoid you long enough for you to run to the nearest room with a door and lock yourself in)

Now, whenever anyone touches me, ever, I have to fight the urge to beat the shit out them.

I am completely aware that that's fucked up.

My reaction, not what my mom did.

Although I fucking hate being touched and I especially cannot fucking stand being tickled.

Who needs fight, flight, or freeze when you can just want to kill anyone you accidentally brushes you as they pass by??? - my brain

I'm making tuna casserole!!!

Update: it's not going great...