have you ever had a dream about someone and then you started feeling different about him because of that dream?
like you know why girls steal their boyfriend’s sweaters? because a $20 sweater for y’all is nicely designed, good colour, provides warmth and lasts through washes but $20 girls sweaters are some gross pastel shit with short hems and short sleeves and get worn out after one spin cycle and they’re thin as shit
If you were raped, it wasn’t your fault.
If you were hit, it wasn’t your fault.
If you were molested it wasn’t your fault.
If you were abused in any way, it wasn’t your fault.
I don’t care WHO abused you or WHY, it wasn’t your fault.
It wasn’t your fault.
sometimes, when life gets particularly sad or hard, i remind myself that my leopard gecko begs at the glass when i’m ripping paper towels and then runs to the top of his log in anticipation of me putting a bit there because he likes to spoon with it
someone wanted to see what he looks like when i’m about to give him the paper towel
behold a baby lizard attempting to contain a joy too large for his tiny body