You Eat Whole Raw Potatoes While Sitting In A Bathtub Wearing A Hollywood Style Expensive Robe. Your

(am i making this in the hopes of settling the debate as to whether i'm a catboy or a dogboy? perhaps)

the names murple. starrain murple.

the other night i had a nightmare that my mom was cheating on my dad with mr beast and i was trying to warn my mom that he was evil but he was right there so i couldn’t outright say anything and i literally woke up in a cold sweat it was terrifying

me *running backwards up stairs while firing a gun at a furby*: am i doing this right? what? oh you meant one at a time? well which one do i do first?

“F-E-A-R has two meanings: ‘Forget Everything And Run’ or ‘Face Everything And Rise.’ The choice is yours.”

— Zig Ziglar

water in water fall is always changing. over time, waterfall erodes surroundings and maybe shifts. but it’s still the same waterfall.

everythign feel so temporary

“that much sugar is bad for you” “that much caffeine could kill you” listen karen. unless you wanna try fighting my sweet tooth and caffeine addiction in hand to hand combat, stay out of it. i’ll die exactly how i want to thank you very much.

the intimacy of sharing. of tasting drinks without worrying about waterfalling. of trading sweaters. of leaning in, connected by the wires of my 2016 earbuds. of sharing not just objects but space. your head on my shoulder or my feet up in your lap. of sharing not just space but time. of both of us losing sleep just to talk for 15 more minutes. of sharing not just time but knowledge. the “i wasn’t supposed to tell anyone but” and homework help. the intimacy of letting someone hold a piece of what makes up your soul. maybe even letting them keep it. i think about it every time i let you borrow my pencil.

some blue sargent fanart for yall

love when my pinterest just absolutely decks me with something painfully relatable