The rest is still...Unwritten.

… it’s 2020 and I’m still on tumblr

“Call the cops like I give a fuck”

i LOVE the cryptid energy this gives off

i love when i look up like treatments for some illness i am experiencing and it’s like “eliminate sources of stress in your life” like ok thank you sir i can’t do that.

sending “I hope you get that job” vibes to the children out here tryna get jobs

Imagine cutting your arm open or something and having to explain the scar to people for the rest of your life

you guys really just don’t check your fucking phones huh? you don’t give a fuck and a half about your notifications? you just carry it around with you everywhere but don’t actually go on it? maybe someone texted you. maybe you received an email. maybe you need to take your daily duolingo lesson. but no, you really just can’t be bothered. fuck you

The Duolingo owl wrote this post

U ever b like “it is what it is” but deep in ur heart wish shit would b different

From the bottom of my heart: im not sorry for anything i put on yalls dash, i am my own target audience and i find my taste immaculate but thank u for witnessing 💕

anyone else remember being 13 on tumblr and every morning youd scroll down until you got to posts from the night before like it was the morning paper 

goodnight to all the ones who never receive a goodnight

…I usually don’t reblog this kind of thing, but…for some reason, this really hit me.

Let those who feel unloved rest easy, i see you, and i care

This is too deep to comprehend.

Stop it

I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE FUNNY

:(((((

I NEVER SAW PART 2 BEFORE!!!