when your next victim finally comes into the stall
This is fucked up. I’m crying.
aw no, dont cry. come sit down lets talk about it
it’s really weird trying to think about what goes on in a dog or cat’s head. just imagine being a cat on a street and there’s no people, just all these boxes with closed doors, and you lack the imagination to think there’s people and furniture and other cats behind those walls. it’s just this world of huge rectangles that people disappear into. but still they seem to adapt pretty easy and don’t really care how everything in the world works
Reblog if today is not your birthday.
Merry Unbirthday, to you all!
Happy Unbirthday dear Tumblr nation