Sometimes I wonder if maybe one of the times I tried to kill myself, I succeeded and now I’m just floating around in hell, being tortured by being forced to live the miserable life of mediocrity and lack of intimacy that I initially feared. I can still see and appreciate the beautiful things in life, only to have them snatched away from my grasp.
my grandma just walked up behind me and went “oh haha is that your korra cartoon”
Me as a mother
I swear I’ll never complain about being pregnant again if this baby can just be healthy.
I’m so scared :(
It’s a cute little thing though.
Sometimes it is hard to remember that owls are incredibly dangerous predators seen by cultures throughout the world as ill omens. Especially when they look like toasted marshmallows.
My boss once described them as flying pillows filled with seething hatred.
Further confirming that owls are the avian equivalent of cats.
kids books, reimagined for 20-somethings