sorry, I’ve been real busy hand sorting marshmallows out lucky charms. what’s been going on, everybody?

the key to not freaking out about turning 30 is to forget who you are and what year it is constantly. all I know is I’m going to Kennywood, idk what panic is

if I could stop hearing Goofy singing Pink Pony Club in my head on repeat for hours at a time, that would be ideal

learning to sword fight. bisexually

love my cat with every fiber of my being. truly, madly, deeply. However. the frantic wet licking? in the dark of the night? vile

I'm just a raw little shrimp in the freezer of the universe 😔