everything is meaningful everything is beautiful i only wish i didn’t cry so much

the replacement of websites with apps sounds so backwards when you actually describe it. like hmm you have to download an entire program onto your device each time you want access to a portal, where it takes up storage indefinitely. somebody should invent an app where you can "browse" any portal just by typing in its address... 🥴

people have said good things about you behind your back, without your knowledge. people have shared their love for you with others.

you learn something new everyday. unless you're a historian. then you learn something old

you have got to stop worrying about being the hottest person at the grocery store and start shoplifting ‼️

paper and pen seems so powerful now. on account of all the. surveillance

crossfaded on apple slices and peanut butter

july is like a second go at new years. u have to treat it as such so u dont spin out

come over i wanna get phrases stuck in your head

one of the many reasons to insist upon chronological timelines is that it's much, much harder to scroll forever if you can catch up with yourself. if you can run out of tumblr because you reach yesterday, that is a good and helpful prompt to do something else.

90% of google search ai summaries feel like this guy leaning uncomfortably over your shoulder and pointing at stuff on your screen reading out the exact same text you're already looking at

my friend's puppy has baffling levels of attitude for someone who's only been around for a handful of months. he understands concepts like deceit and civil disobedience and other things i didn't fully grasp until well into my 20s. this guy doesn't even know the seasons loop yet. he's probably like okay spring. what's next. some other new bullshit i bet

mood swings are hilarious because you’ll be like “everyone loves me for my neverending joy and whimsy i’m so happy and cheerful a—post cancelled turns out i want to kill myself”

when you can sense a Mood incoming and feel like a farmer standing in a field looking out at the horizon as the storm approaches like “looks like it’s gonna be a bad one, boys”