I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
WHEN I WAS
A YOUNG BOY
found my mom burning on the celing, so he vouched to find the thing that killed her, and so me and my brother grew up on the road and was taught how to kill monsters
TO SEE A MARCHING BAND
take your brother outside as fast as you can
I always feel bad sending my cat to the basement ):
She is in heat and she cries so loudly during the night…. no one can sleep. So we have to send her to the basement…. this is where my remorse kicks in -A-… every time.