i’m making one cat a day until i get bored of making one cat a day
I’m makin a cute lil jungle
I wanted to watch a horror movie but now the man who was supposed to protect me from the horror movie is very alseep and I’m strategizing about the best way to murder a ghost
good. its 4am and i just finished emailing the nice lady who teaches my illustrator class a bunch of screenshots and serious questions about the appropriate ways (or lack thereof) to apply gradients to an avocado. i’d say that’s the behavior of a super stable individual wouldnt you
Ah yes I forgot to mention I quit my job in a blaze of fury and now I am going to school some MORE. That seems practical and wise does it not……..
Fabergé, Chick, 1899-1908 (source).
I NEVER KNEW ANY OF THEM HATCHED
(via californiapants)
My person sized dog and my sisters cat sized dogs: a weird combination of technically the same animal (with guest appearances from my equally adorable mother)
One of the distinct emotional experiences of adulthood that I didn’t anticipate is the feeling of driving out to the body shop to collect all of your random belongings and garbage out of your totaled car. There’s this weird feeling of transition and finality, but also the definite knowledge that you’re just gonna transfer all that garbage to your new car immediately