reblog this if you are a sack of flesh with temporary consciousness on a tiny rock flying through space
New life lesson: Don’t make acquaintances with bus regulars. I know I sound like an asshole for saying that, but so much drama. Much perverts. Wow.
"What would my heaven look like?"
"Hmm. There would be lots of ice cream. And succulents. All the plants would be succulents. And cats. There’d be lots of cats. And you could eat them."
"And you’d find out they taste like love."