it would be one of those pieces of rectangular lunch pizza from a public grade school anyway.

When I was little my grandmother used to take me on car trips. Sometimes she’d suggest playing a game. Often it was “I Spy…” or “I’m going on a picnic… ” but sometimes it was Quaker Meeting. Quaker Meeting is a way to tell someone to be quiet with a cute-sie rhyme. 

Quaker Meeting has begun.
No more laughing. No more fun.
Laughing counts and can’t be done.
Quaker Meeting has begun.

So long story short on car trips I use to imagine spilling hot tea on the Quaker Oats guy. I still feel like he is smirking at me whenever I see his stupid oatmeal.

i think we need to stop pressuring children into believing they have to have everything figured out by a certain age because all that does is cause the child to stress out when they’re, 18 or 20 or 25 when their life doesn’t fit the magic mold they grew up thinking it was supposed to.


i cant feel my body

So everyone should give me good names for the Pomeranian I may be adopting today (if I don’t get it tomorrow)

It’s a red little fella with a black face

Here is a photo:


He already has a name but it’s dumb and we are ignoring it

So ideas?


5SOS Kitten Surprise!


:33 < it’s defurnately on my to-do list!!!

feli wakes up in the morning and wanders around all bleary and confused and walks into lud like five times like. bumps into him backs up a few inches bumps into him again like “what is this big wall here- oh morning lud” “morning feli” “lud wheres the” [feli waves hands in the general direction of where the coffee machine should maybe be] “the that” “the what” “the that" "i" "that thing with the drink that makes me do the words" "oh"