Sorry but I can’t help it. I keep coordinating stuff.
Moby Dick Bag + Sailor + Cat beret.n-nEED DDDDD
HELL YEAH. LOOK AT THIS DOG ON THAT COMPUTER. THAT SHIT IS LIKE ONE OF THEM TABLET SHITS, LIKE YOU DRAW ON IT? YEAAH? YEEEEEAAAAH.
Seriously though your period is like coming home one day and finding that your spouse has constructed this entire new baby bedroom inside your house and you have to tell them “Sweetie we don’t have a baby” and then your spouse FLIPS THE FUCK OUT like “The FUCK do you mean we don’t have a baby I DID ALL THIS WORK” and then they spend the next week tearing the whole room apart and throwing it out into the street and screaming at you and then finally when the room is completely gutted they calm down and say “It’s okay hon we’ll have a baby next month” and then they start building the room again AND THIS SHIT KEEPS GOING FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE UNTIL YOU HIT LIKE 50 AND THEN YOUR SPOUSE LEAVES YOU BUT NOT BEFORE SETTING THE WHOLE HOUSE ON FIRE SO IT’S NEVER THE SAME AGAIN
actual best description of a period in the entire world
