nezha’s missing socks

it's hard being a hopeless romantic, literature loving, tea addicted, gay poet

i’m not sure how old this post is but it actually comes from the Beijing Opera practice where characters would put their phoenix feathers in their mouth. typically it represented heightened feelings, most usually anger.

"never trust how you feel abt ur life after 9pm" is a spring & summer & fall rule. for winter it's never trust how u feel abt ur life after 4pm

all these posts that are like *flips hair* hi newbiesss tehee welcome to Tumblr..... we're not like the Other Social Media Sites 😝😘 and then proceed to unironically describe tumblr like the shangri la of social media where we all live laugh reblog and have long ebony black hair and flip off preps as if every fucking day on here for the last ten years hasn't been a bloody trial with innumerable casualties like we don't weekly see the most hilarious drama and indescribable dysfunctionality. you're all like acclimated deep sea organisms enticing soft photic zone invertebrates to come down. they're going to fucking die.