hate when folk call the Sun “our nearest star” no you dweebs that’s OUR STAR! After everything she’s done for you and you want to compare her to some lightyears away ass nobody called some shit like Guncho 785B? We’re not spinning eternally around any old ball, we’re three deep in the window on board the Sol Train and she did NOT provide the catering, the itinerary and all the fuel to share credit with some two-bit Proxima Centauri hack. point to these nuts in a constellation while you’re at it. i love the sun
Cats never understand that you’re helping them get their claws unstuck from fabric. They’re just like “you’re tormenting me at the worst possible time I hate you”
![crimsonkismet:
“𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟻, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
[ID: August 15. Wasted day. Spent sleeping and lying down. END ID]
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