Seriously, a perfect mess. I’m not equipped to figure it out, but they’re here, they’re queer, and they are broken.

These are mine, thank you.

God I love you.

I can’t get Kinja to show me the formatting tools on my iPad, so I’ll have to describe a picture of him: Big orange fuzzy buns loving lil nibble-nibbler sweetbaby boy meowman polite paw tap-tap-tapper “gimme love plz” HUGE “OMG im trippin’ balls” peepers singl freckled nose head-booper open-eye sniffing brow grooming…

Buttery pigs?

I belly laughed so hard at this that I vaulted my cat off my chest. I thought you’d want to know.

Nope. They are denied. No brunch, no Crate and Barrel registry, no tasting-spoon wedding cake, no chalkboard paint, no mason jar salad bar, no synchronized wedding party perfomances.

hrm. :(

What is even happening? What is this guy doing? How can he sleep at night?

For now.

Flawless!

I love both those looks. You can sit with me.

Well it’s about time, my dentist seriously needs a new jam.

I’m doing this:

Fuck. What a fucking nightmare for you. Also, what a nightmare of an induction to power and corruption. Muchlike Hollywood: A tradition of enticing starry-eyed kids looking to make a difference, in their lives and in the world, into a harem for people of meams and power. Grist for the Power and Control mill.

The villainy throughout this story is astounding. From top to bottom, it sounds like an episode of Law and Order SVU. Considering Kettle’s crimes, I can’t begin to imagine the predatory, dispicable actions that haven’t been reported over the 7 years of his term. Additionally, that shit happens in an environment that…

well fuck.

Fun fact: hilarious joke about Glenn Close.

Yeah, I guess. In that “make me think/feel way” which is troubling on a day-drinking Saturday.

You are killing me