Wanderlust

Chelsie | 21

The rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color.

August 23, 2019 at 9:15am
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so swifties…..just finished listening to lover (2019) all the way through for the first time

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August 22, 2019 at 4:22pm
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the look on my family’s face when they see me curled in a ball and probably crying over lover

December 13, 2018 at 11:37pm
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November 28, 2018 at 10:06pm
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Sometimes Quincey has to turn the key a few times before his meow engine will start. (Sound up.) 😹

less than 1 horse power tho

1 catpower

it’s winter, so he needs to warm up a bit first is all

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November 22, 2018 at 11:04am
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Puma takes a shower

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November 15, 2018 at 1:42pm
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“The bean thief
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greem beam
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coolcatgroup:

The bean thief

greem beam

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November 13, 2018 at 11:21pm
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this show’s dialogue is iconic

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i always thought of a king sized bed as being a bit bigger than a queen, but now that i have one, i can tell you that a king sized bed is an absurdity. i can sprawl out, and my husband can sprawl out, and the cat can sprawl out, and none of us are touching. i reach out in the night, and find only pillows and plush walruses. i reach further and eventually find his elbow. he rolls over the comforters to try and find me. “i have crossed oceans of bed to be with you,” he says. there is a vast expanse of bed untouched, unmapped, unexplored. the cat is still trying to sleep on my face.

This is the opposite of a creepypasta

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