If you wanna contact me,hit me up on fb.or get off anon.
Only you can answer that.
Well i don’t know who you are.soo yeah…i don’t know what you want me to do or feel. :/
Ok.how does this affect me?like youre in anon.so its not like i know who exactly i fucked over.
set of nostalgia drawings by gabriel picolo. i don’t think i have enough space on my tumblr for all his works that i’d like to post.
these are incredible
Of course we can cuddle.you can wrap your arms around me,as I tell you a random story,and we can just lay there in the awesomeness that is us..
Aww that’s all I get?being tied up,and ate out?you don’t wanna punish me for being a naughty kitten?
Oh really?what do you think about?
when youre walking past a dead body in a horror game and it suddenly comes back to life
Oh my god you can almost hear the pug’s screams.
"When I got my first cat, it changed me. There is something about holding a cat that makes your anger melt away. And if someone does something that upsets me—I have to remember my cat. I can’t keep my cat if I get into trouble.”
"I asked if Major Cabanaw had concerns for the safety of the cats. “Of course, we always want to ensure the safety of the cats, and the staff is great about keeping an eye out for them. But mostly, it’s the offenders keeping them safe. I have never once seen an offender kill his own cat. We screen them to be sure they have no history of animal abuse. But I’ll tell you this, there was a guy killed in here because he had spit soda pop onto someone else’s cat.”"