I tried. So hard. To keep scrolling.
In fifth grade we were making little clay statues and mine came out shitty so I left a big air pocket in it so it would explode when the teacher put it in the kiln and it exploded so hard it destroyed ten other kids’s statues and they were all on the verge of tears I thought it was really funny I still do
probably the worst part of going home for a weekend is how incapable my father is of planning. Like, I got out of class at 2:50 and I made it back to my apartment by 3:05 and I was already packed and he’s not leaving till 4???
Now I have the challenge of figuring out how I get to a concert in Columbus on a Friday that starts at 7ish when I have class till 3 and the only Greyhound leaves at 2:30
tumblr needs a wendy
Cats make me really happy. I need like ten more.