Arturo ⚥ Prinxe

it’s kinda fucked up that you’re only an age for a year. I didn’t know how to be 23 yet, let me try again

Just wanted to say a special thank you to everyone on here who has found “The End” resonates with them. It’s like screaming in an empty room sometimes. I came back to tumblr when it all went down, because I think something special happens here. Like when someone sits at the edge of the couch and through your tears you say “please don’t watch me cry, but please don’t leave either.” This is the quiet space in between screaming observation and lethargic loneliness. It’s shared solitude. The platform gave me everything once upon a time, so many years ago. It felt right to return in my weakest moment. It was here that I could tell small fragmented truths about what I was going through, in my own baroque way. Thanks for keeping my secret until I was ready.

"nobody is judging you" wrong, my mother is seemingly always judging every single stranger she sees

i have no object permanence about myself. if i’m not in anyones eye sight i assume i have ceased to be. finding out people remember i exist, think about me, and even talk about me when i’m not actively in front of them is startling news every time it is brought to my attention

The idea of sleeping with a boy who has no sense of time and schedule and a fucked up circadian rhythm is so cute. Imagine going to bed without a boy because he’s not tired and you’re a little sad because you want to cuddle him, so you go to sleep happy that you’re able to spend time near him but a little sad that he’s not coming to bed. You wake up a little while later and he’s crawled into bed and cuddling you. You wake up in the morning and he’s still fast asleep so you get to watch him a bit while he’s sleeping and think about how cute he is before you get up and make you both breakfast. Or maybe he’s really tired and he goes to bed before you so you crawl into bed with him. When you wake up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom he’s not in bed with you anymore so you go to find him and he’s doing something like playing a video game and doesn’t notice you watching him. You get to see him being cute, just being the self he is when he’s not putting on a front for people. You get to watch his most natural state because he doesn’t know you’re there. You go back to sleep and when you wake up in the morning he’s already cooked you breakfast and made you coffee. You think about how strange his sleep schedule is and chalk it up as another weird and quirky thing about him that makes him so cute and individual.

this is literally me if u even care

For my next dnd character I'm going to choose Mesperyian as my patron deity and just fucking lie about everything.

you could jerk off to this

I’m reblogging this because it is a nice color PLEASE ignore that last part about jerking off that is not what I wanted to say by reblogging this post tumblr staff could you please remove that rude comment from my post thank you very much?

we should name this color “jerking off green”

normalizing going out just to look good in public and maybe buy some used books

Good morning faggots, dykes, and transsexuals

This post is making the terf rounds so reminder to reblog it like warning shots to keep the mindless cultists off your blog

we don't do warning shots on the tumblies, we shoot to maim

be honest. are you guys only hanging out with me because of the prophecy.

that feeling you get when you see a popular post from pre-2013 tumblr and you go on their blog and see that op is still posting regularly......hotel california ass website genuinely