can anyone tell me why i enter the grocery store a normal person and emerge as some sort of vile ravening monster

already october. that'd freak me out if any year since 2019 had been real. luckily they haven't

blogging away again in tumblritaville

I remember reading a study once that asked people in their 90s to rank the best to worst decades of their life, and the overwhelming majority were like “my 70s were the best” and ranked their teens and twenties as near the worst, and I think about that a lot when people act like if they’re not living their best life at 25 they’ve lost their chance. like nah, the longer you’ve had to learn about yourself, the more you can love yourself. there’s no expiration date on joy until you’re dead

i wish british accents were real and weren’t just invented for the ppcu (peppa pig cinematic universe)

this post legitimately changed the way i think about and consider getting meal deals

Isn’t this the post that got the cease and desist from Michael Jackson’s estate?