“Stop the door!” you shouted, running down the hallway towards the elevator. Spencer, who heard you immediately, put his hand between the doors to make the sensor stop.
Once inside you exhaled agitatedly, while you thanked him, putting a hand on your chest to catch your breath.
“Didn’t your alarm go off?”
“It did, but honestly the sheets were so comfortable that I just ignored it,” you replied, with a guilty smile.
This is better than I’d ever hoped for, I bet a rat could kill you with that thing by firing a laser back in time and electrocuting your grandfather
Just look at this thing
The rat gun is hereeeeee!
This is getting notes again so I will admit that “rat gun” was an autocorrect error and it was supposed to be “ray gun.”
But it’ll always be a rat gun to me.
The most expensive thing in these pictures was the cat, and he was $60.
I’ll be honest–I forgot that the pump organ desk/bar was visible in the background, and it was NOT under $60.
It was actually $75.
The chairs, however, were paid for in human life. I inherited them; they were originally my great grandmother’s. But they’re not particularly rare– you can find these exact chairs without a lot of effort, in reasonable shape, for not that much money. They made a lot of them.
your gazelle has a pearl choker
That’s Hadrian. He’s a bush buck and he loves fashion.
Hi you asked this question and I immediately went to the pottery studio to make a calcifer to put in my woodstove.
sometimes im like “tone down the Self to fit in” and other times, the voice of God comes to me in a dream and says “I didn’t make you crazy for no reason”
