they call it budew cause you look at the bud and go ew!
You will go to hell when you die.
thinking about all the “small” art that’s ever existed. songs that were only ever sung in one village. stories written by children that got lost in the shuffle. personal paintings that didn’t survive the test of time. how they affected the lives of just a few, but still existed, still mattered to someone.
this is not a sad post!!!! this is a celebration!!!!! art is part of the human condition!!!!!!! we were born to create and share!!!!!!!!!!!
i’ve set up a little tray filled with water on a towel for Cat Enrichment. in the water are two plastic bottle caps filled with floating treats. wasabi WILL not touch wet and she WILL do anything for treats and she IS conflicted. she’s circled it for 20 minutes and almost touched the water twice but no further attempts have been made
this is a developing story
update: i slipped on the tray and hit my head
having cats is just a never-ending Wile E Coyote/Roadrunner situation and you never know which one you are until it’s too late
Fuck, now that twitter is (probably) dying, I’m gonna make tumblr my main place, meaning I’m gonna have tag thing instead of just pressing the funny reblog button…
soxy i'm sorry but what the fuck does "crab rangoon is a food thats an animal" supposed to mean
i bet u feel so stupid rn. theyre grazing
now that reddit has gone to shit and like half their users are protesting, how do you react to the idea that more creditors might spend their time on tumblr?
all websites fall but tumblr, like a cockroach, still stands
cockroaches crawl, idiot
burn this fucking site to the ground









