dammit.
snuh:
gaseousclay:(via haveabeagle)
uhm, hi, excuse me, can I… okay?
Reblogged under my cute animal/pretty lady reblog clause: if it elicits a audible, involuntary verbal reaction (in this case, a sort of blend between “oh” and “aww”) it gets reblogged. I need a good name to tag these under.
My new Tumblr theme squishes pictures.
Whatever, I care not.
sneezing my brains out through my nostrils.
THIS IS SO MUCH FUN
Going to Petsmart because I need rat food.
And then maybe probably digging around in a thrift store for a bit.
Finals are over and I can do whatever I want, goddammit.
Uhh. Copyrighted Image Reuse Prohibited?
“ The hound dog is to Middleton what the cow is to the streets of Calcutta or New Delhi. In the middle of every dirt road sleeps some kind of mongrel coonhound, panting in the sun, its dripping tongue hanging out. A kind of fur-covered speed bump with no collar or tags. Powdered with a fine dust of clay blown off the plowed fields.
Rant by Chuck Palahniuk
