in my head i do everything right

I love tumblr because somehow I can end up being mutuals with a celebrity (someone that wrote a fic that I loved)

me in the echo chamber: exactlyyy, literallyyyy

google used to know what i was talking about

i really do fucking love the train. i sit it goes we arrive etc

when a moot changes their pfp i feel like a baby whose dad shaved his beard

formative years? aren’t they all?

Just found out I was thirsty not by receiving a signal from my body about it but by dozing off and dreaming about cold water from different alluring angles. This is great. I think all my wants and needs should be revealed to me this way

idk if this is an usamerican thing or not but it always blows my mind as a small european country resident that yall have many names and types of apples???? what do you mean its not just red yellow or green??? why is it so complicated??? who is granny smith????

'whats your favorite apple' 'red' 'no i mean like what type' '??????' actual conversatiom i've had with a mutual from usa

the world is so big and beautiful