His name is Pancake and he’s a blue tabby munchkin cat with big round eyes and short McNugget-shaped fat paws. Follow Pancake's photo adventures as he dives into paper bags and baskets, attack the hairdryer and curtains plus endure the whims of the his Human because she is going to make him wear more costumes.
Photos/caption by ©Pancake
the stereotype that women talk more than men is infinitely amusing to me because men are literally incapable of shutting the fuck up
i hope this post gets popular enough that i hurt…
Winter Quarter has finally hit me like a wave.
Usually, I keep my tears inside.
Today was the first time I cried in public…in nearly 9 years.
This behavior is completely unlike me.
I am drifting off to nowhere. I am completely lost. I do not know my purpose.
I want to go home. Go home and cry my heart out.
Growing up and being an “adult” is not fun at all.
It would be so nice if I could drop everything and run away.
Problem: Where do I run to? Can I really abandon all my responsibilities?
No, I need some time for myself. I need to figure out what I’m doing. More importantly, why am I doing these things I’m doing?