i miss u so much (pre ai internet)

The thing is. I would eat the grapes. I would eat the pomegranate seeds. I would eat the Turkish delights. It doesn’t matter what the stakes are if you put a little plate of snacks out in front of me I’ll eat them.

If you sent me to an evil fantasy realm and told me that if I ate anything I would die a painful terrible death then set a charcuterie board down in front of me that would be it for me. Like it wouldn’t even be like a torturous internal struggle to not eat the cheese. I wouldn’t even need to be that hungry.

“We heard youse are behind on your payments to Fat Tony.”

I ALMOST SPIT MY ROOTBEER

“Think you’re all aesthetic, huh? A real instagram Wiseguy!  You want something to blog about? We’ll give ya something to blog about!”

the nature of tumblr is such that every few years it will independently invent goodfeathers

opening tumblr in march and it's just like "huh. knife weather we're having."

So since the fandom has come the the (correct) conclusion that Samwise Gamgee is the absolute height of hobbit attractiveness standards, it only follows logically that hobbits see Sam working for Frodo as the middle earth equivalent of your weird eccentric rich neighbor having a hot pool boy. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

do it scared do it stupid do it alone etc etc but don’t do it hungry. eat a snack first

idk what's wrong with me lately i'm just like so fucking depressed and sad and anxious and angry and exhausted and everything feels bleak and hopeless and pointless and i feel awful about myself in every conceivable way and everything makes me cry and i just wanna give up on everything. and my back hurts extra fucking bad for some reason

forgive me father for i have not locked in

I love tumblr bc it feels like im talking to a wall and sometimes the wall responds

tus jefes te van a querer convencer de que tenes que formar tu "carrera" crear "contactos" en la industria y hacer "networking". esto es mentira lo que necesitas es merendar con tus amigos y tener un blogcito en una red social desmonetizada.

Vos decís?

si yo digo

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling