the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bags despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life
dont you hate when you accidentally tie one shoe tighter than the other and you have to redo your entire life?
Do you think some pokemon evolve by trading because they think you’re giving them away forever, so in their fear of abandonment they evolve into something better than they were so you’ll love them again?
I don’t give a fuck if I reblog something twice like I reblog it once then I see it later and I’m like haha that’s funny and I do it again u feel me
if you didn’t love Balthazar you’re wrong
What if Umbreons hunt in packs and use their rings to communicate like fireflies? Four legged moonfox fireflies?
My roommate bought black toilet paper.