if i ever found out a mouse lived in my home, and he had a small archway in the wall, and he lived in there with small, real furniture, and he ventured out nightly to get one olive or a small wedge of cheese. i would stop at nothing to end his life. i would spare no expense
I’ll be so depressed for days sometimes even weeks, but I get these random little burst of joy to be alive every once in awhile and that shit truly fucking slaps