Gunsli-01's Bored of Meaningfulness

this is soooo unironically eye opening. hearing why people are choosing what they're choosing and why they think the other option is wrong. we literally just live in a world of misunderstandings.

I wish we lived in a beautiful world where people did not use things for evil because I wish I could send gifts to people without knowing their address or asking them to doxx themselves. because like. for example sometimes i will be like oh that's a cute guinea pig plushie I wish I could send it to my guinea pig mutual who I've never spoken to or interacted with because I think they'd like it. but I can't do that without being like, hi, I'm a stranger on the internet you've never spoken to, tell me your home address, I want to mail you an object. I just want to be able to hand a box to the post office worker and be like, hello, this is for guineapigmutual, and they will nod and say yep we know exactly who that is and they will take it and mail it and I don't need to ever know the actual address or name or anything. unfortunately things cannot work like this but I can dream

[image description: fanart of nanami kiryuu from revolutionary girl utena. she stands next to a cow, cupping its face in her hand and pressing her own face into its forehead. she grimaces. behind her and the cow loom two disembodied hands, touga's, holding a knife and fork. end description.]

proud victim of the tumblr accent. it's fading out of public consciousness as the tik tok accent takes precedence; a linguistic evolution that makes the tumblr accent 85% funnier to unsuspecting civilians. it's like releasing a disease on a non-inoculated population. coughing baby versus hydrogen bomb.

im a protected species you fucking asshole

she butterfly on my effect til i (gravely serious) everything could have been different

happy Barely Keeping It Together Wednesday to all who celebrate

I’m like a hopeless romantic but for friends. A hopeless platonic.

age gap relationships where the older one outlives the younger one >>>>>>>>>

the crushing weight of the guilt when you already feel like you're stealing someone's life away, dragging them down like a dead weight chained to their ankles; selfishly draining their youth to fill your own twilight years, vampiric. and then the unthinkable happens. they're gone, and you remain. the grave you were digging for yourself becomes theirs instead. they were supposed to still have time, to leave you behind to grow and live, to make new memories in your absence. you were meant to be a chapter in their grand narrative of their life, and nothing more. they could have been something greater than you ever were. but the curtain call you were waiting for came for them instead. and now all that's left of them is you.

i'm gonna be honest with you all i straight-up did not notice that the E in this picture was fucked up. i don't know what's going on here and i'm scared