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raviolirave · 1 year
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5 ibuprofen 2 garlic
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raviolirave · 1 year
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7th grade me would be unstoppable in college. she’d probably be a stem student and she’d be doing well. RIP queen sorry to disappoint you
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raviolirave · 1 year
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where me and kitty r different is that I’d have gone to the wedding even if I knew he’d no show. I’d go just to be stood up. then I’d spread mean rumors about him for funzies
where me and puss r different is that in addition to being afraid of the wolf I’d also be horny. I’d make the wolf smell that. then I’d stop being afraid and start flirting like god reached down and touched my mind and filled me with divine purpose. This wouldn’t save my life but that doesn’t really matter
where me and BOTH kitty and puss r different is that I am not a cat. one time I had a dream where I was one though so. There’s that. Also I would never use a litter box. Also in one of the scenes puss has his mittens on while he’s in the litter box—this is foolish as the litter will never get fully out. Yuckies!
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raviolirave · 1 year
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two cats. And they are in love. And they have a dog. Also death is here. Also so are all of the mind’s voices. Also found family sideplot. Wait found family main plot too. Found family recognition baby!!!
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raviolirave · 1 year
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I will not cry watching the puss in boots movie. I will not cry. I am not already crying. I am not. I am not crying. I am not. I am not. I am.
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raviolirave · 1 year
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Hello
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raviolirave · 1 year
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now
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raviolirave · 1 year
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sorry no i can't make it i'm sprawled on these cathedral steps while spitting up the blood. yeah its gonna be all day
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raviolirave · 1 year
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I literally only have porn bots for followers
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raviolirave · 1 year
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SHUT UP SHUT UPP SHUT UPP mama I come home from the War and I am hungry and now I am sick and I waste away in my bed and there is no soup no hug no nothing. I am sick in bed and maybe I don’t want to hear you rant about my sister. Maybe I do not want to hear it.
I know you are busy I know you are stressed. I know that I will recover and that I will soon be fine. I just wish I had someone who would tuck me into bed. Who would kiss my forehead. Who would make me buttered noodles. Someone who would grate cheese for me.
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raviolirave · 1 year
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now who’s trying to reset my ao3 account password, huh?
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raviolirave · 1 year
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sometimes I see a post but it’s too late. I’ve already seen it on Instagram. Usually with another, funnier addition that the tumblr post is currently lacking
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raviolirave · 1 year
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I want to be taken out back and buried in a shallow grave. It’s winter, so I’d prefer it if the soil you cover me with was warmed. That would be nice I think
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