This Is What Love Looks Like

you deserve a more tender tomorrow.

this notion that if you're an adult still on tumblr it's bc something is wrong doesn't sit right with me... unfortunately I can't refute it bc there is something wrong with me

You know that study that’s like “for years we thought bats must have great sonar because they never run into each other, then we got highspeed cameras and realized they actually crash into each other all the time” whenever I walk into a doorframe or a wall there’s a alien nature documentary guy in my head saying “we thought humans must have incredible balance due to their ability to be precise on 2 legs, but turns out they run into shit all the time”

#alien funny humans cam of a dude stubbing his toe rated ‘NOT CUTE’#‘although this human may look excited he is actually hopping up and down to keep weight off his injured foot.’#(alien zoologist chimes in to say toe injuries are the equivalent of getting a tentacle caught in a door and the human is fine)#(‘its a little alarming when they grab an injured body part and yell like that but actually it’s just a self-soothing behavior!’)#(‘this big guy will be fine in two klexkons. he just needs to be dramatic about it first! uwu’)#(*intense alien internet discourse ensues*) via hello-lo-lo-looo

it is past time we jettisoned the useless false dichotomy of introversion vs. extroversion and just accepted that everybody has a minimum amount of social interaction, failing which, they get really weird. and everybody has a maximum amount of social interaction, exceeding which, they get really weird. these levels are different for everyone, for a variety of reasons, and have no moral dimension. and that is all.

why would you come to this club and just shoot Myers & Briggs like this

IMO, it’s healthier to conceptualize it this way. So instead of being like “why am I being so weird? I’m an introvert, I like being alone!” you say, “Ah, I must be supergluing googly eyes to my bathroom faucet because I haven’t met my minimum threshold of social interaction and I’m trying to fill that void with these tiny pieces of plastic. Maybe I should invite someone over for dinner. They sure will be surprised by all these eyes watching them while they poop.”

tornadoes love to fuck around, and we are the ones left to find out

Kinda miss someone rn.

i just wanna be happy. not confused, not hurt, not stressed, just happy.