Waitress says “say when” while grating my cheese. I never say when. The room fills with parmesan. There are no survivors.
*puts a normal sized carrot in a bag of baby carrots so they have adult supervision*
every now and my cat does something very human like and i get very nervous and ask him “are you a person trapped in a cat’s body. or did you choose this body” very seriously to see if this time he will communicate with me and he always kinda looks to the side and then does what i imagine to be a person doing a bad impression of a cat and it makes me so nervous cuz i do way too much weird shit around my cat for him to actually be a dude pretending to be a cat
The type of anxiety this post invokes is so rare and specific
peter pettigrew traumatized us
please…go on.
