honeybee

when some evil cunt dies posting on tumblr carries the feeling of the last day of school before summer break

"focaccia, serves 4" yes all 4 me

"tiramisu, serves 2" yes all 2 myself

“pizza, serves 8” yes I 8 it all.

"12-foot party sub, serves 40 to 50 people" yes, all 40 to 50 of my friends at our cool big sandwich party. are hungry and mad at me for eating the whole thing and throwing up on the rug instead of the hard floor

they dont tell you this but you carry your upset younger self in you like a parasitic twin

often you will see things online where you just have to be like "what a strange thing to say" or "i don't think that's true :)" to yourself and try to move on or you will lose your mind

In my opinion, posts should be difficult. They should challenge the reader. They should be confusing, and stupid.

I am having a good time that will probably last for ever this time

big fan of whatever i am

30 minute yoga flow to unblock your posting chakra and release deeply buried posts

i have this deadly sickness called remembering

you are just cranky because i took something imperceptible from you and you cannot recall it in its absence but you feel the edges of it anyway

out in public looking tortured

Stop saying “do it scared” i do everything scared I sleep scared Boy i’ll kill u

I do wish we could make it a little more socially acceptable to wander the streets at night weeping inconsolably I feel like that would have a great catharsis factor for a lot of people