sasheavelour:

if we’re mutuals, and I don’t care whether we’ve been mutuals for twelve (12) minutes or three (3) years, you can send me a message any time about any thing. family life is shit? bitch, tell me about it and even if I can’t help, I can listen. struggling with mental illness and feel like you can’t talk to anyone? talk to me. literally. you always can. saw a cute cat? SEND THAT BITCH MY WAY

anarchetypal:

this couple came through my lane today and one of the items they had was a very small but still functional piñata, like maybe six inches long and five inches tall, and i commented that it was adorable, and the couple sort of shuffled their feet and looked at the ground and then one of them looked at me and said the best thing i’ve heard in the month of may:

“we’re giving it to our cat. for his birthday. it’s in august. …we like to plan ahead.”

gluten-free-pussy:

Depression Humour is such an age specific thing like i was walking down the street and narrowly avoided getting hit by a speeding car and a middle aged woman said “You could’ve died just now!” and i said “yeah if only.” and she just stared at me in shock. Like yes i hate being alive but I’m going to get these jokes in before i permanently clock out of my shift