cousin got home, think i did a good gob pretending to be sober
i ship archer and pam.
i get excited that there even is an envelope message icon on my tumblr dashboard.
i have the potential to receive messages
i have the capacity to be communicated with by other people
even though no one in their right mind would, they might
and that excites me.
she left me a broccoli
that wasn’t meant to reblog twice but my aunt’s internet is fucked and fuck you i’m Ben Ten