Ironed Orchids

our age of blogs is collapsing

The raccoons!! Are stealing!! My internet!!!

Every three hours it comes back, and pulling back on the cable does not discourage it. Raccoons turn out to be surprisingly strong for their size. I am no longer confident it will not eventually succeed

I won't lie to you bro, I think I'm being bullied by raccoons

'unbecoming' is such a good word. not only was that thing you did bad but it also made you less.

Protip you can do this with writing too

[Image description: a two-panel comic titled “My Art Evolution”. In the first panel, labeled “Past”, a beelike person frowns at a drawing of a happy sun and says “Oh no. It isn’t perfect no one can ever see this”. In the right panel, labeled “Present”, the person holds up the same drawing, and with a sly jokester expression (which includes a nose), says “He he. Who wants to see my new eye crime”. /End description.]

For all its faults Tumblr has truly ruined all other social media for me because my friends all have Instagram and are all trying to get me on Instagram more but every time I open Instagram there are like fifteen things screaming for my attention and when I get over myself long enough to start scrolling it's like. Where is my chronological dash. Where is the following-only option. Who are these people. Why are there so many videos. Everyone is screaming at me. And then before I know it I'm thirty minutes into scrolling and I haven't seen a single thing that I actually care about. At least on Tumblr when I see stuff I don't care about I know someone I follow has found a new interest.

anyone wearing the camera glasses should be forced to eat them

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many will attempt to "end" the hug after only five to ten seconds of holding you. crucially, this is where the claws come into play

at some point you’ve got to STOP reading the entrails and go out and LIVE that which was portented by them, because you WILL run out of doves

*Valley Girl voice*: I must, like, not fear. Fear is literally the mind-killer. Like it’s basically the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will totally face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me, and? When it’s gone? I’m gonna like turn the inner eye to see its path! Where the fear has gone there will be literally nothing. Only I will remain.

idk man not to sound like a cartoon hippie but if your entirrrrre blog and dash is about how the world sucks and everyones bigoted i think you are going to give yorself brain worms

"ah but all of this is important and true and if i dont reblog all of this important stuff waga baga THE WORMS! THATS WORMS! THE BRAIN WORMS!

i do not think you are doing activism chief i think what you are doing is sitting in your room flagellating yourself expecting something to happen

do not ever slander the beautiful goddess carbs around me

“empty carbs” don’t you dare talk about her like that. you’re empty. how do you like that.