(Source: siddman, via scaredlittleboy)
I was going to post some pictures bc i cant stop being sad about the cat, but then my little brother sent me this from the time he thought he could just put Henry in a cage
I’d say this about sums it up
when henry and i had a sleepover the little punk climbed up my curtains almost all the way up to the ceiling. this picture sums him up perfectly.
“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever
(Source: thepensivebrony, via thegayinterrupted)
my phone autocorrected “queerness” to “queer mess” and it’s never understood me better than in that moment
“Horton Kills a Capitalist”.
Anonymous asked: are you single? what's your sexuality?
single but unavailable, and my sexuality can be defined as “gay with an occasional tendency to accidentally date women”