I'm Trying My Best

I’ve had tumblr for 4 years but some of you bitches have had it for a decade. It’s time to seek penance

wait I’m curious now . Reblog this with how long u’ve been on tumblr for. Dating back to ur oldest blog ever !!!

New sleep style: hitting the snooze button so many times that you sleep two additional hours in ten minute intervals. I call this Horse Sleep

Worse sleep. That was meant to say worse sleep

I Am So Fucking Tired

Literally immediately after reblogging this to correct it I went "wow, it has a reblog already?" And got all the way to checking my notifs before I realized. That it was me.

Anyway horse sleep: sleep, but horse. Worse. Sleep but worse. Definitely one of the two.

the night mares will continue

i really genuinely wish I could hit chatgpt with my bare fists and hear its pityful electronic voice fade into glitched robotic gibberish and choking beeps as I hit it before I smash it for good and it shuts the fuck up forever

why are so many people wondering if I'm horny for chatgpt. it's like the most unfuckable robot ever created heeell NO

not the kind of gay ship I’m used to seeing on tumblr but cool

ship georg is an outlier but SHOULD be counted

THIS WILL ALWAYS BE MY FAVORITE VIDEO ON THIS WEBSITE

I bookmarked this months ago and it still makes me laugh until I can’t breathe

cis people can reblog this but keep it on subject, please

Happy pride month everyone always remember that the sinkhole has an ecosystem large enough to house not only insects but likely several species of small birds or mammals

the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13½ years now

And yet somehow this is my first time kicking it!

I feel like a lot of people mistake vanilla sex for unsatisfying sex. They’re not the same thing. You can have the most vanilla sex of your life and be completely wrecked by it — fully present, fully seen, fully satisfied. And you can have the most intense, experimental experience and walk away feeling absolutely nothing. The kink was never the point. The connection was. The hunger was. Two people who actually want each other will make missionary feel like a religious experience. Two people who are disconnected will make every fantasy feel hollow. It was never about what you did. It was always about who showed up for it.

Swing state gothic

kink: deleting someone’s pointless comment by reblogging the post from the same person they did

I mean, that’s censorship but okay.

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