me after I’ve been awake for 34 hours: I could easily be a realtor. I’m fake. I love to walk around the house.
I live my life under the basic principle that people know their minds, bodies, genders, and orientations better than I do so I just take them at their word when they say they are a thing.
“But people could be faking for-” I don’t care. I would rather show someone a kindness they don’t need than not show them one they do.
"There's millions of Tumblr users" to you. To me There's only about 12 and we all reblog the same five posts from each other
[image description: a printed out flyer with the picture of a sleeping grey tabby cat on it. It has text on it that reads:
Muffin disclaimer
So you’ve ordered a muffin! We hope you’re up for a challenge.
Our wobbly tabby cat Bea REALLY likes muffins so there are a few things to be aware of if you have a muffin in the cat area.
- She WILL climb you to try and get your muffin - She is not very good at climbing so she will claw her way up your body - It WILL hurt - She WILL NOT give up - She may try to eat the muffin right out of your mouth - She is not allowed to eat muffins
You may pick her up / move her away if needed and if you’re really struggling, come and talk to us and we will help. No matter how much she wants to, it is still very important that you don’t let her eat any muffin as it will make her sick.
Good luck and we hope you enjoy your muffin experience!
She may look sweet and innocent but we promise you she’s not
/end image description]
Bea the muffin thief has come upon my timeline again and I am obliged to reblog.
Full offense but some of you would run upstairs when pursued by a murderer
i never think more than two months into the future otherwise i start bawling and puking and clutching my stomach
