and what do you end up doing anyways…?

look at the baby

there’s no such thing as a cloverabundance of garlic

not the hoodie we deserve, but the hoodie we need

armed and restless

playing RPGs be like

they’ve got a point

chow time

ignore the neighsayers

quick, to the dopamine machine

motherly mutterings

frequent unflattering for friends

pebestrian

one man’s trash is a cat’s trash that we don’t touch

you ducked up, buddy

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