if you’re a girl who likes girls, reblog this. I want to follow you and love you and flirt the shit out of you.
why use the term ‘bedroom eyes’ when ‘parfait face’ is clearly on a new level
DEATH IS ON ITS WAY, HUMAN.
Can I cuddle Death and give Death chin scritches and kisses?
SCRITCHES CANNOT POSTPONE THE INESCAPABLE FATE ORDAINED TO YOU, HUMAN, HOWEVER THEY MAY EARN YOU PURRS AND LOVERUBS