Yesterday, I moved out of the apartment I’ve lived in for the last two years.
I mean, is this level of organization a goddamn joke? Tell me that on either side of the frame, there’s laundry baskets filled with stained stuffed animals and half-used boxes of q-tips and an Abercrombie bag that he somehow acquired stuffed with frying pans and jars of sea glass and shit. Tell me that or I’ll lose my mind trying to process this.
P.S. Yay, Siamese cats!
(Source: thousandverbs)
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