an INFP street gang: ideals and drug deals
My cousin is always watching Everybody Loves Raymond in the other room while I’m on the computer. I always hear Raymond’s voice. His deep, throaty voice, like a hungover toad. It’s very unique. Sometimes I continue to hear the thick grog of Ray Romano long after the television is off. Ray tells me things. Ray tells me horrible, horrible things. And I listen.
i don’t get cats because when you yell at them they don’t act ashamed and sad they just don’t care
im going to be taking a 15 minute hiatus from tumblr to take a shower. i have a queue set up so don’t worry. please don’t try to miss me too much!!!