Ash

I wish I could hide my pain away, I wish my problem would go, but they stubbenly stay. Can I be some kind of oyster, with a hope in me I Foster.

Hear I am bearing my pain to the world, please help if you can.

I wish I could say things where better for us now. But we are in a dire situation, please help if you can in anyway. Food is at a zero and I'm low on feminine care products.

I have an appointment in 2 weeks about getting some sort of aid since my mother has just swanned off. But that's along way away, especially with my brother to care for.

If you follow me here just for poetry I'm sorry this is one your dash, I'm just at a loss on who to ask. I have Know one to turn to in this life except possible kind strangers online.

if you copy a url by sharing on the website, the link will look like this

getting rid of tracking in these is easy, just delete everything after the question mark and you are golden

in the case for the app, its slightly more complicated

first you have to delete at. that appears before tumblr(.)com the other tracking shit on this one has a lot more info, so please, clean app urls. after the first set of numbers, there's a / you have to delete everything after it

a clean Tumblr url should look like this

Is there something you planned to do before you got trapped in the endless tumblr scroll?

Are you yelling at yourself to get up and do the thing, but you can’t, because you’re trapped in the endless tumblr scroll?

Consider this your save point.

eat breakfast

go to bed

get out of bed

take a shower

write

practice

watch Superman Returns and write a paper on it

retain shreds of sanity

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

there are over 128,000 notes and i still got one

i reblogged this less than 2 minutes ago

It’s literally not true. Lan Wangji is around 33 at the start of the present-day plotline. Mo Xuanyu is 27. Y’all are so full of shit.

The math: