Rosy Retrospection

kafka had his diaries, didion had her notebooks, plath wrote in journals, and i have my tumblr blog

the scariest thing in the world is probably whatever's going on in the tiny gap between my kitchen counters and the oven

I think if you want to call something a "———— heritage post" then it needs to be from like, a bygone era of [tumblr]. it can't be a heritage post if it's from a year ago

anybody hear a dodge-ball bouncing somewhere?

had a shit day yesterday and ended up going bonkers insane on the wikipedia entry for soup. did you guys know that the original french word "restaurant" meant a type of soup!!!!! i know the word is difficult to pronounce for non-speakers (ppl here in germany have trouble with it too) but try to think of it as a form of "restore." and now youre eating a "restorant." something that's supposed to restore your energy. that's more or less how the word is pronounced, because that's the type of soup it was!!!!!! and then in 1765 a guy in paris opened up a shop where you could eat restaurant and other places started to copy it and call themselves restaurants!!! and now every time you eat anywhere youre AT SOUP!!!!!!! arent humans so fucking good i love it here. my body hurts so much but i am no longer crying about it because there will always be someone somewhere in the world who desperately wants to help me with soup

i hate when somebody posts some shit on here like "it's gay as fuck for a man to eat breakfast" because then im like well shit now i gotta start eating breakfast or i won't be gay anymore

Your mom finding her friend at a store is like unskippable cutscenes

The fucking worst is that as I get older i completly understand the interest to catch up an unreasonable long time because turns out adults just dont get enough time to hang with friends, so catch up next to the Aldi cheese aisle it is

you can see the increasing age of tumblr users, these posts are like tree rings.