A Cat Lover’s Life Without Cats
I just sat in a cafe for 5 hours reading my textbooks with my laptop open next to me so I could watch a live stream of kittens playing with each other.
If I can’t have a cat, at least I can be close to them through the screen.
What do you do when the one thing you want for your birthday is the one thing you know you can’t have?
I just want to be important again. I miss feeling like I mattered.
Someone come give me a shoulder to cry on. I need to be fixed.
Your professor will not be happy with you if he says the Stanford Prison Experiment shows human nature and you say it shows the nature of white middle class college-aged boys.
Like he will not be happy at all.
I’m officially twenty.
Two whole decades of travel around the moon.
(When I say it like that, I feel more like an astronaut and less like an adult)
What is life.
“You know how boys complain about being “friendzoned”? Well we experience this totally legit thing called being fuckzoned. It’s when boys want to have sex with you but they never seem all that interested in getting to know you”
Unknown (via ckgarden)
holy shit, this.