Soleil

i think i wrote angst so good it momentarily passed the language barrier between english and portuguese (translation: i got a comment in portuguese on my latest fic and i am very happy with the praise i received, even though i don't know portuguese and don't trust that google translate conveyed the message properly)

personally I'm annoyed by the socioeconomic conditions that made words like "unalive" necessary but simultaneously impressed by the linguistic adaptations young people have made to continue talking about important things while subject to those conditions and I think if you can't hold both of those thoughts in your head you might just be old man yelling at cloud

ive never been able to take "climb him like a tree" as a sexual innuendo seriously because i picture climbing a tree in my mind and then i picture a tall man in my mind and when i put those two things together im not seeing anything sexual. im seeing like. circus tricks.

For the love of God, sound on.

@vensre

Sometimes “Sound on” is a disappointment. This is not one of those times

transcript: [in thick New England accent] “Holy fucking shit; MA! MA, COME OUTSIDE, THERE’S A FUCKING MOOSE! OR A BUFFALO OR SOME SHIT; THEY’RE FIGHTIN’! Where the fuck are you goin’?! MA!! Hoooly shit; this is some fuckin’ National Geographic shit. MA, CALL THE FUCKIN’ COPS OR THE ASPCA; THERE’S ANIMALS FIGHTIN’ IN THE FRONT LAWN!! OOOOOH SHIT!!”

It's called tumblr because I'm tumbling down to rock bottom all the time

What if I went to sleep for 120,000 years

Being sent into crisis mode each time I remember my age because in my head I'm still helpless and 12 but you're supposed to move past that apparently

I am one (1) american away from switching away from posting in english. Finnish only or perhaps also the worst french you've ever seen.