Im in desperate need of a chocolate chip cookie.
SUICIDE. i mean have a good night man
fuck it homebrew boop button. reblog this post to boop the person you reblogged from.
adulthood is just a constant struggle of, “man, i want cookies for breakfast, but I also recognize this is a bad nutritional decision. On the other hand, the only one who can stop me is me. i know that fucker’s weaknesses. i could totally take me in a fight.”
Me after the self sabotage works
what's brewin
me impatiently to the little french cat boiling me in a stew: chat am I cooked
☆ I am clinically insane, yet I dabble in a good cookie. ☆ pronouns: he/they
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