Have you ever started to check your tumblr in the middle of getting dressed and half an hour later you’re still standing in your underwear with one sock on and also 15 minutes late.
do you ever have those moments where even if you’re not romantically involved with someone, you see someone else start talking to them and you just kinda wanna hiss and throws things at them because fuck you that’s my person get your own
GO HOME KITTEN, YOU ARE DRUNK.
WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED
oh my god it’s like he started to hover away but his front half’s antigravity didn’t activate
susan i know ur home, just come outside so we can talk things out