Gargamel x joe biden

depreson💔

Gargamoyle is my miserable name. I am apparently a miserable man in a miserable building with a miserable cat. Yes, everything is dull and grey because I hate shades of vivid, electric blue and lock myself in my sad grey stone brick tower all day in the dark listening to mitski and making Instagram posts about my cat, lazily basking in the sunlight on the crooked windowsill. My therapist told me to get a cat, but my cat doesn't really like me so I just profit off of him instead. Not once in my life has my cat ever wanted to sit on my lap. Not ever once has my cat ran after a ball I threw for it.  Not once in my life has my cat purred in a metre radius of me. It only seemed happy absorbing the warmth through the stained glass of my one window in the tower.

I mean, fair enough. Nobody really likes me. Not my toddler sized, sapphire coloured, mentally healthy neighbours. I always thought nobody liked me, until once I fatefully looked out my window one day to see, behind my cat, an old man with a big forehead "accidentally" stepping on clumsy, the most obnoxious motherfucker of the Smurves. 

That man was Joe Robin Biden.