been hearing concerning sounds in my ceiling at night for a couple months now, and tonight i finally laid eyes on the culprit - a huge fucking raccoon. the internet tells me there’s likely baby raccoons up there with it

manifesting a man who can afford to buy me house of cb dresses and will actually talk to me about how he’s feeling

without downloading my any new pics, what’s your energy going into 2025?

the fact about the universe that i can’t stop thinking about is: the more expensive/“high quality” the mustard is, the looser the concept of mustard becomes

i am definitely not known to be a big country music gal, but tyler childers could fucking spit in my mouth i don’t care. love me a weird little guy

where the hell is everybody?