when people send me kind messages
brb gunna slip into something more comfortable like a coma
that awesome moment when you finished reading a really good book and you see it at a store then you cunningly smile at it as if you had an affair with it.
no matter how old i get
i will always be at least slightly convinced that im capable of hurting a stuffed animal’s feelings
i’m glad plants can’t talk because when you’d water them they’d make gross drinking noises and be like “mmmm MMMMMmmmm MMMMMM” and it’d be SO UNCOMFORTABLE