anyways girls with big thighs and squishy tummies are perfect

idk what traumatized or mentally ill person needs to hear this but dreams (especially the really disturbing ones you dont want to talk about to anybody) arent some deep peek into your psyche or a sign of your True Desires or whatever theyre quite literally your brain making fruit salad with whatever it can find on the shelf. just putting all that shit in a blender and hitting obliterate. its fine, youre fine, youre not a weirdo for it

"You can't be a lurker on tumblr." Yes, you absolutely can. I've been quietly reblogging things since 2014 and I haven't interacted with anyone in years.

Don't let anyone tell you there isn't time for another smoke break. They're lying. get out there and sit on an upside down milk crate. NOW!

Shut the fuck up Brug this post is for line cooks ONLY

“how could you have forgotten that” i forget Everything. unless i remember

"how can you remember that" I remember Everything. unless I forget

🥺 I wish every cow a very back scratched

everyone has to stop making posts like "the world's loneliest ant has died in secret" its making me sad

the worlds happiest ant has found large strawberry crumb

there is always some fucking laundry and dust and some other shit

Goes for other disabilities too. Sometimes it seems like it’s “getting worse” when what’s really happening is that circumstances have changed in a way that makes the symptoms more obvious and detrimental. 

VERY important advice. Don’t beat yourself up. Adulting is HARD.

Oh, good point