*me coming down stairs*
mom: now that you’re awake, can you clean th-
I live for fur. I worship fur. After all, is there a woman in all this wretched world who doesn’t?
what if our use of emojis gradually becomes so extensive that we actually circle back to writing in hieroglyphics
*goes a few hours without internet access* wow i’m so healthy and wild i could live in the woods
either that was a firework or another tribute is dead