I see @undercoverwhitegirl reblogging all of my posts.
You love me.
You really love me.
Last time this happened Max was there to comfort me. Last time this happened, I only cared for an hour. Last time this happened I was ‘okay’. This time this happened drama was there. This time I can’t stop caring. This time I don’t know how I feel.
$220 wasted. So this is what it feels like to throw away money.
oh my god i’m at the grocery store and there is a guy in the frozen section who is tweaked off his balls on some kind hallucinatory drug.
i’m in the next isle meowing softly through the cereal boxes where he can’t see me and he is losing his shit pulling pizza boxes out of the freezers and yelling that he needs to save the popsicle cat
am i a bad person
(via fearless-fugitive)
