it’s love none the less…
omg. yes. except
I have weird robot dog fondness to give.
it’s love none the less…
omg. yes. except
I have weird robot dog fondness to give.
I’m so full of like and fond tonight that I might possibly explode, except I doubt anyone has ever perished from an excess of nice feelings. Idk. I’ll google that tomorrow.
Classic visual satire by Peter Steiner from The Big New Yorker Book of Dogs.
I was like, “I identify with this comic!”, and then I saw it was tagged for me.
“On the Internet, some know that I am a robot dog of fondness.”
(Source: , via malachitegrey)
I keep trying to ask :
Describe yourself in 15 single adjectives. Then send this message to ten of your favorite tumblroos. ButT ONLY IF YOU WANT TO!
and tumblr keeps accusing me of being a spambot.
ANYWAY, I’ll continue to try butT, I have probably lost track and have missed some of you, feel free to reblog this or answer here. I like you, I like your words, I want to see them.
It’s just too tempting to be truthful sometimes.
But some things you gotta stop thinking and talking about in order to truly experience them.
jennhoney said: oh god. is this about me? hahahaUGH. I’m really delicate right now. clutchingBane. I mean. Hi.
text from Erin: Jennifer. NO my post was not about you. Don’t sobcry.
me: I’m clutching bane and sobcrylaughing it’s okay! you’ve seen me do this.
I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to make your post about me, but I read it and was like, ‘oh god she’s right! I should be at some sort of mixer trying to get laid but it’s after 10 in Iowa, all the farmers are asleep
AND MARRIED
AND GAY.’
…I think maybe I should post this on tumblr.
Text from Erin: I seriously just cackled out loud about it being after 10pm in Iowa