Conversations With My Sisters Cat

the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away

trick me once shame on you. shame on you. shame on you shame on you i hate you. i ltierally trusted you.

Murder.

Murdering all my abusers. And laughing while I do it.

It's more of a nightmare for them.

rb with your most common recurring theme in your nightmares. mine is pregnancy

Die temu ad die

Catherynne M. Valente, from The Bread We Eat in Dreams; "The Red Girl," published in 2013

Boyfriend tells me I’m banned from fixing things around the house now >:(

house of leaves?? mf i cant leaves this house

how’s that house that raised you?