bedlamsbard:

alexkablob:

bedlamsbard:

Two days ago it was eighty degrees, two days from now it’s supposed to be eighty again, but today it’s forty and feels like thirty-five.  THIS IS FINE.

2018 has just been like, every time you think the cold is finally gone for good it’s just SURPRISE BITCH IT’S WINTER AGAIN

go home, Persephone, you’re drunk NO, YOUR OTHER HOME.

suzeart:

kateordie:

It’s March, FFS.

I wish weather was something that could recognize frustration, or at least have the decency to be embarrassed. Today started by brushing the snow off my car D: