ad astra per aspera
to the stars through difficulty
my best friend in the whole wide world sent me this. :)
a glittery, dressed-up cat. she knows me so well.
AND the stamp was the only kind of twilight i’m interested in: THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
i would be a cat man, but i’m allergic to cats. I would be a dog man, but i’m allergic to dogs. what does that make my future? grim. what does that make me in 20 years? alone. maybe i’ll get a fish….they suck.
get a hairless cat. or a bichon frisé. they’re both hypoallergenic. or a frog.
eff you, prescription drug prices! eff you!
when telling my watercolors teacher that this is the painting i want to “cover,” i mentioned that i’m probably going to be a cat lady. she looked at me, my phone charm, and the photo that i’m also going to paint, and said without hesitation, “you… you’ll have cats.”
un tour de manège
worst joke that i've ever thought of:
what does salvador dalí eat for breakfast?
surreal.
don’t worry, i know it’s terrible, but it made me laugh.
what. is. this??????
