YOU WILL NOT PLAY MY BLOG OFF TUMBLR!
This is what happens to Goths separated from their cats for months at a time.
Please, commit to recovering today.
Get out of that coffin, cat. You are not Dave Vanian.
Or Bela Lugosi, or someone playing him in a Tim Burton film, now giiiddddout!
son, your mother and i are very concerned
I never laughed at two cats harder before
When you have to reassure, even your concerned cats, that your clothing really doesn’t mean you’re doing drugs now.
DAVID BOWIE WITH A KITTEN ON HIS HEAD
just his face in the last gif saying “i have a tiny kitten on my head.” why is this even happening?
I needed this.
I’ve been somewhat broken by this. Please standby.
I must watch real housewives of PompeIi or whatever to regain my strength…
“OMG, please tell me those are just your tacky pajamas and you’re sick today. A Marilyn Manson shirt? Really? Are you simultaneously 13 AND from 1999?”
“And jeans? Really? Oh but you didn’t buy them torn, no you cut them yourself… instead of wearing secondhand jeans until they fall apart like someone who isn’t a mallrat.”
“Where’s the damn lint-roller? You’re not leaving the house like that with my fur on you!”
Goth Skill: ignoring your cats’ judgmental stares as you leave the house.
I left my cat out in the rain for about 0.2 seconds too long, which makes for some interesting facial expressions.
“If you can hear me, Marian, reach out and take me home…”
Thank you Veryferial for your submission!