Heard you was talkin trash like I wouldnt find out
do you ever just realize how bad your voice sounds
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
HOW ARE KANGAROOS SO FUCKING BUFF THIS IS LEGIT SCARING ME
i thought this was photoshopped so i googled it
i feel like ive just googled the furry equivalent of those fireman pinup calendars
Bradley gets fed up with Ellen’s picture taking incompetence