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my dog is getting scared of the storm so he’s hiding in the cat basket
YOU’RE NOT A CAT
YOU DON’T EVEN FIT IN IT
I’m wearing burgundy skinny jeans and penny loafers with no socks, and the realisation of my unintentional hipsterism is making me want to run home and change into old ratty jeans and a hoodie.
Stories from my exciting adventure life of magic and wonder:
There was a thunder storm last night. I woke up to the first crack of thunder, realised all my windows and balcony door were open, and that I’d have to get out of bed to close them. I did just that, feeling like a fucking hero who’s finally facing her greatest adversary, but when I got to my kitchen window, three (3) things happened.
I then ran back to bed and spammed Twitter, because it was a great distraction and eventually the storm drifted away and I managed to sleep for a few more hours.
Irrational fears are the best, guys!
It’s too hot *opens window* in comes 20 flies, 8 spiders, 17 daddy long legs, 50 moths, 3 dragons and 12 Jehovah’s witnesses.
do you ever just kinda wonder what your selling point as a human being or friend is? like, what was the point at which people were like: hey, I’ll keep this human
I’m 27 years old and I still laugh when I hear someone’s name is Dick.
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