My literal dog best friend (not one of my dogs) passed away today pretty tragically and I’m unwell.

I watched him 5 days a week 8 hours a day for the last 8 months.

Sammy was my essentially my 3rd dog and I don’t know what I’m going to do tomorrow when I don’t see him.

I’m so sorry my dude

My sweet old man

All this Malaysian cigarette pack is telling me is that it’ll be really easy to give head if I keep smoking.

Queers with an internet account:

I’m wearing short sleeves with no jacket, and Lorde put out a new song today.

Preacher’s Daughter was like:

Time to hit new levels of being caffeinated.

Literally love my job some times.

Xena is also upset about it getting cold again.

Shoutout to my mom being white trash enough to buy an inflatable hot tub.

I talked so much shit but I love it.

Here’s a low quality photo of me drinking beer with my mom’s fat chihuahua

💁🏻‍♀️

10/10 album

The sign The face

Me pretending to be normal on a new app

Well what now?