I May Occasionally Demonstrate All The Intellectual Vigour Of A Potato, But My God, I Have The Hand-eye

I may occasionally demonstrate all the intellectual vigour of a potato, but my god, I have the hand-eye coordination of a mach 3 fighter pilot.

And continuing not bad once you actually get there:

Accurate representation of Summer in the city.

I’m not saying I’ve found my spirit animal (pace actual bunnies), but never has there been a clearer picture of me first thing on any given morning.

I have never hit reblog so fast, because I laughed so hard it triggered an asthma attack, cheers for that. I don’t even know what this is.

here i come!!!!!! 

shlap shlap shlap

She was my first and most abiding love, and this leaves an unfillable void.