HAVE YOU EVER JUST REALLY WANTED TO BE FRIENDS WITH SOMEONE AND YOURE IN A MUTUAL FOLLOW WITH THEM AND YOU JUST KIND OF STARE AT THEIR URL LONGINGLY BEFORE JUST SLOWLY SCROLLING PAST BECAUSE YOU DONT WANT TO SEEM WEIRD
I told my cat I would only be gone for 6 months. The last time I saw him before I left, I petted his head and told him he wouldn’t DARE to..
He’s been my baby for 15 fucking years. What’s another 6 months.. right?
So why is there a mail from my mom tellling me that… my fat, lazy, limping, fuzzy oldest best friend isn’t gonna be there when I get home?








