so apparently people talk to their pets in baby voices, but when i see my cat i’m just like ‘hey brad’ and he’s like ‘meow’ and the conversation is over.
I don’t know why but for some reason the fact that your cat’s name is brad is hilarious to me
when the abbott government makes us homeless let’s all become mole people n live underground and create our own government where the currency is those lil dove chocolates w/ positive affirmations on the wrappers and we only communicate via an innovative and emotional combination of rap n opera
Australia are you okay?
I hope when you die you get to see your stats like how many times you laughed or told a lie or kissed or how many people loved you and how many people hated you and what you meant to people