reblog w the song lyrics in your head NOW. either stuck in yr head or what yr listening to

@presidentofthehotgirlclub not a kitty video, but i think you'll like this if you haven't seen it already

"There are no monsters in the sea, only the ones we make up in our heads" Bless you, ma'am.

Im enjoying the longevity of tumblrs recontextualization style of humor. a seemingly innocuous post followed by like "posts that a gnome would make" or like "are you a phone"

More from the notes:

i put a geode in the cat's food bowl so she would stop licking it to tell me she's hungry and she's pissed

your timer goes off in. an. HOUR.

i can keep this up for the rest of both our lives

hi op i couldnt resist making a little doodle in mspaint of your cat shes just very cute

OH MY GOD?? OH MY GOD MISS CALLIE FANART?? this is the GREATEST thing that has ever happened to me, thank you 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I just know I’m in the minority on this one, but let’s prove it. If you had to pick one that you could turn on or off at will, permanently losing access to the other in your home,

Bonus: tell me about the climate where you live in the tags

you cannot all have been weird little girls btw. I know some of you were mostly normal and are just clout chasing

"I made 'potions' out of mud and leaves in the back yard, tee hee"

okay Sandra, you and everyone else. I'm going to need to hear some freakish shit from you immediately or you're out of the club

I love each and every one of you and I am making you all cups of your beverage of choice. okay. we would have been great friends in elementary school. but some of your tags are kind of proving my point.

"I pretended to be [animal] with my friends" “I ran on all fours” "I ate [non-edible substance]" “I collected [substance readily available outdoors]” "I thought I had [superpower]" “I had tea parties with [entity incapable of drinking tea]” “I pretended to be [creature that I am not]” “I made ‘potions’ out of [substance that can be readily found outdoors]”

these are all intensely common things for children to do. this is just having an imagination. this is simply being a child. now I call top bunk (I like climbing the ladder) and do you want to braid each other’s hair.

i must not afternoon nap. afternoon nap is the mind-killer. afternoon nap is the little death that brings total obliteration. i will face my afternoon sleepy tired and permit it to pass over and through me. and when it has gone i will turn the inner eye to see its path. where the afternoon sleepy tired has gone there will be nothing. only i will remain

I MUST NOT AFTERNOON NAP. AFTERNOON NAP IS THE MIND KILLER