It's Gonna Be Okay

staying silly is all i got left like i got no money no prospects i’m a burden to my parents and i’m frightened

another underappreciated tumblr feature that you dont get on other sites is the queue. i love it when something i thought was funny six months ago and then forgot about a week later crawlts its way out of the processing vortex and i get to see it all over again.

you should queue this post it would be funny and grant me immortality

you motherfuckers put me in the processing vortex

THE TIME LOOP

making this unrebloggable. die.

LIVE ONCE MORE BY MY WHIM

I still don’t get why people try to convince me that driving is less complicated than navigating a public transit system. With public transit I’m not doing most of the work.

What if instead of relaxing and just getting off the vehicle when it beeps at the right stop you got stuck in traffic and had to concentrate constantly on what you’re doing or else you kill somebody and started screaming at other people for not using their giant death machines correctly wouldn’t that be so much better

I see from the notes that we're all havin a normal one 👍

new enemy i came up with called the "false mimic" this is just some guy that hides in chests and bobs the lid up and down like a mimic breathing. he has 1 hp and if you smack the chest he starts begging for his life snot and tears running down his face

When people argue that food from Chinese and Mexican restaurants in the US are not 'real' representations of that culture's cuisine ignore the historical reality that these dishes were developed by diasporic communities striving to recreate the flavors of home with available resources. Such criticism frames adaptation as a loss of authenticity, rather than recognizing it as a sincere and evolving expression of culture by people separated from their homeland.

big scary creature with a little pink bow on her head is the only type of character design that matters

You know how some people talk about timeless themes in literature and you kind of low-key think they're full of shit? Sometimes they're not.