adulthood is just a constant struggle of, “man, i want cookies for breakfast, but I also recognize this is a bad nutritional decision. On the other hand, the only one who can stop me is me. i know that fucker’s weaknesses. i could totally take me in a fight.”
frog and toad are my two remaining brain cells struggling to keep my horrible body alive
not 2 be like .completely incoherent all the time but i dont understand how the concept of baby clothes doesnt make most people burst in2 tears like the arms on the shirts r like that cus theyre that small like their little arms have 2 fit in there like ….we have 2 make it special just for how theyre sized
