“why?????”

“wanda, please. you’re loud.”

“yeah, so am i, but i’m not screaming.”

“i will stuff one of toad’s socks in your mouth, i swear to god.”

“just don’t scream and everything will be fine.”

“screaming is not the best solution for anyone involved.”

almost sneezes. … sneezes.

his eyes are barely open, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get some food. his stomach literally woke him up.

cough. 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝. ᶜᴼᵁᴳᴴ ᶜᴼᵁᴳᴴ. …lays in the living room floor.

mmmmm… sleep time.

oh, same; except he’s just spraying body spray directly into a candle.

it’s more accurately described as “stoner boredom”.

it’s also convenient because it smells nice.

//this is a valid toad. i want to see it happen

fuckin’… ladybug footprints…

“we got… cheap, and cheaper. pizza rolls or ramen?”

holy SHIT i been on twitter too goddamn long #MyTwitterAnniversary