"There there, I’m sorry I scared you. *pats and kisses* you’re a good dog, good dog."
don’t hurt BEES. they just want to pollinate flowers and make honey. hurt WASP’s. fuck them and their old money, big mansions, and country clubs
if i pronounce “gif” a different way than you and you feel the need to “correct” me, i will most likely cut out your tongue because it is so unnecessary to start an argument over programming lingo when you could be cuddling with a cute stuffed animal or frolicking in some flowers or cool shit like that
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
shout-out to that tumblr user that you can’t believe follows you
id take a bullet for u in the leg not anything too fatal just a slight graze