in my head i do everything right

they should invent an 8-9:30 pm that's seven hours

hi mutual who’s cooler than me hi hi please don’t shoot me with a gun

joymaxxing hopemaxxing lovemaxxing

Today a very friendly Golden Retriever came up to me and I said "hey buddy :D" and the owner asked "do you know each other?" like his dog had a social life he didn't know about

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?