“Oh my god, can January be over already?” Why? What do you want it to be over for? So it can be February?? What’s the matter with you
oh god oh no

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“Oh my god, can January be over already?” Why? What do you want it to be over for? So it can be February?? What’s the matter with you
oh god oh no
reblog to give somebody a fucking hug because we are all struggling to get through it. solidarity in this tough ass world.
this account is run by a tiny paper horseshoe crab btw
the more you listen to it, the funnier it gets
Audio: dramatic piano. The husky screams along, vaguely keeping the rhythm but not the tune
That last ROO always gets me
literally so annoying to be going Through It in a deeply unserious way where like no one needs to be worried about me i’m gonna survive and things are gonna get better like they always do but right now at this very moment it feels like my soul has unmoored and started dissolving in my stomach and its killing me slowly and painfully but also i’m Fine
after further consideration i think this might just be how january is
girl get a girp on yourself there are literally hot chocolate lol
You guys call anything Catholic just because it's christian and vibesy. "oh he's southern and makes me feel bad about myself" girl that's a baptist
i don’t believe in an afterlife, but i think that i hope—for hope is a different thing entirely—that somehow the dead know when they are so profoundly loved. i hope freddie mercury knows that we’re still trying to sing him back to life. i hope laika knows that we all still think about her and talk about her and love her so much, even though we’ll never get to pet her. you understand?
but at the same time, it’s no loss to love with nowhere for it to go. when you breathe on a mirror, there’s no other side for it to reach, only a surface to fog up, but when you wipe it off again, you’ll still see yourself. so, in that way, whatever love cannot reach the people we admire and the things we’ve lost must come back to us. it can’t be wasted, not at all.
the cinnamon screech owl is a small owl found primarily in the andes of ecuador and peru. due to their hard-to-access habitat & nocturnal habits, they are rarely observed. they primarily inhabit humid montane forests. they feed on large arthropods and small mammals. they are named for their light rusty brown coloration, which can vary from bird to bird.
The point of officially naming a pet is not to actually use that name but to have a baseline from which to come up with every conceivable nickname to call them instead.
hold on let me google something
what the fuck
happy Boston Molasses Flood to all who celebrate
Smart woman next to an unbelievable achievement is a picture niche that will never get old
It is your sworn duty, when you're in your 30's, to do something every day that would have gotten you viciously bullied in high school.
Getting a lot of comments and tags on this that are like "they bullied me for just existing:/" SO EXIST!!!! GET OUT THERE AND LIVE AND KEEP LIVING!!!!!!! KEEP ON BEING YOU!!!!!!!!!
