A Collection of Our Lives The musings of a twenty-something-year-old cat lady as she tries to navigate her way through adulthood.
My limbs look fucking fatweird here. But there’s nothing but love between Prudence and me. Also, I have officially run out of friends. Prudence doesn’t judge me, so sue me for being pals with her. Isn’t it National Friend Day or something, anyway?

My limbs look fucking fatweird here. But there’s nothing but love between Prudence and me. Also, I have officially run out of friends. Prudence doesn’t judge me, so sue me for being┬ápals with her. Isn’t it National Friend Day or something, anyway?