I am an old person and tumblr is the porch

And I love it here.

Do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes.

There’s no such thing as an inanimate object everything is sentient

Going to the dentist is such an embarrassing experience. Sorry that my tongue is in the way. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for having a tongue

Ken was created from Barbie’s rib

[very clearly indulging the urge] im fighting the urge

sorry I didn’t show up it was because umm.. you see, I was busy. maybe another time??

everything going downhill but at least there’s still phone in bed time am I right.. ahah am I right

who wanna come over and have floor time