I can’t and I won’t get over this cat. I’m drawing it. I’m making everyone else draw it. No one can capture its majesty.
The colorful drawings are mine. The Star crew had a game night last night, and I made everyone who was there draw their version of the cat in Evon’s sketchbook. The last one is a quick doodle my friend Emily did.
You deserve to date someone who’s proud to be seen with you. Who holds your hand in public and tells their friends about you. Not someone who hides you away and is ashamed. Remember that.
Some asshole I went to undergrad with just posted one of those annoying Kermit meme thing that said, “Chicks can match their purses to their outfits but can’t match their babies to the father.”
Like. Is this supposed to be a commentary about how shitty it is to get someone pregnant and then…
What’s Your Book Shelfie Style?
Alphabetical. By title, then by sequel.
Personal significance… that’s how I organize my books, also, by height.
in me mums uterus…… womb womb
boys are so sensitive……if a guy told me he likes tall girls I wouldn’t get butthurt I would just be like ok I don’t care but when ur like man I love tall boys all these hobbits come out of nowhere to make sure u know how upset they are
There was probably a better way to phrase that, Daniel Radcliffe.