me approximately an hour after every time I make tea (via madopiano)
Fuck, my tea.
when you lose your phone in the blanket and you just
I work at a convenience store where we give treats to dogs who come in. Oscar seems to have caught on quickly
"hey aren’t you too old for Poké…”
An artist who stops making art is committing emotional suicide. Get off the couch and start painting again.
I think about this a lot