I’m really glad my cat can’t talk.
She would ask too many questions.
- “Why don’t you ever leave your room?”
- “Why is your hand down your pants so much?”
- “Why do you stare at yourself in the mirror so much?”
- “Why do you take bubble wrap and pretend to have boobs?”
- “Why do you make so many noises while watching Netflix?”
- Friend: Boobs are goregous.
- Friend: I just want boobs.
- Friend: Like a lot.
- Friend: Like it's the only thing missing in my life.
- Friend: Boobs.
Tonight is a Tumblr night
I miss Tumblr, I never feel like I’m around anymore.
So the next few hours will me Tumblin’ hours.
There will be, however, one thing I won’t reblog.
(Yes I just wanted to use the gif)