My computer is broken, I’m using a library computer, a woman is coughing right in front of me and I’ll probably die from whatever she’s infecting me with, and I’m going to try to check into a hospital within the next couple days for care because I’m fucking depressed and I can’t take care of myself anymore.
I won’t be on for a while. Don’t bother messaging me because I won’t get it.
Just, just fuck my life, fuck it fuck it fuck it.
The background here: my girlfriend had a 1944 dollhouse that she grew up with, and acquired bits of ‘furniture’ to make the experience more real. We were just down at her mom’s place for the holidays and, feeling nostalgic, she set up the bedroom. Her cat, Sunny, being the quirky thing that she is, finds new things interesting and manifests this curiosity by lying on them. These pics capture that moment: a small doll house bedroom with a gigantic Maine Coon, head resting on the pillow and everything. The first pic caught her getting comfortable, with her tongue just sticking out of her mouth.
(Source: la-pitonisa-tropical, via sherlocksfancycheekbones)