Thunder is not yet rain.
Know your roses guys
Or you just might fuck up the moment
and you dont want to do that ._.
salmon is for desire
what am I looking at
I can’t even remember how many times I’ve reblogged this anymore
It’s that time again
L-Sama commands me. This’ll be a quick one this week because I have a friend and artist in temporary residence and also because I am hungry.
Sister just yelled at me, “YOU MADE GRILLED CHEESE IN A WOK.”
IT IS NOT A GILLED CHEESE MAKING PAN. I DO NOT EVEN CONSIDER IT A PAN. IT IS A METAL BOWL WITH A STICK. YOU DO NOT COOK GRILLED CHEESE IN BOWLS.
She’s so mean to me!
I SHALL NOT REST UNTIL I DESTROY ALL THE PANS. A PAN KILLED MY BEST FRIEND.
MY BEST ONE. I WAS SAVING IT FOR LATER.
Everyone who suffers from social anxiety needs a friend who will
- help them order food when it’s too scary
- walk with them through crowded places
- help them laugh it off when they make a mistake
- not get tired of answering “no, you’re not annoying, silly goose! You’re adorable and I love you” no matter how many times it’s needed
and if you’re that friend, bless u for being fab <3
I want this so badly. Almost more than anything in the world. A good friend who understand my mental disorders and they accept them and work with them. I have had quite a few that just never got it and made me feel really shitty and I think it is about time I found somebody who fully understands it.