a few weeks ago i was playing smash ultimate and my brother was like “you play with final smash on?” and i was like, yeah, my dude, i play the ridiculous cartoon character fighting game where byleth and captain olimar can brawl to the death in green hill zone and funnily enough i dont turn off the magic floating ball that lets them do the biggest silly bullshit. im playing this game in the kitchen

“you play with ITEMS???” like YES its literally the silliest game possible by design, if i wasnt supposed to play as isabelle and spend the entire time assembling a giant gun to blast bowser off the side of palutena’s temple it wouldn’t be a fucking option

i love tumblr because there’s literally no pressure to network. everyone is anonymous and just posts stupid shit. you bond with people over said stupid shit. there’s no place for influencers here lmao

eww fucking EWWWW its march already. i hate the linear progression of time </3

How can I make it clear to other people riding public transportation that I’m the main character

"woman"? no, you misheard. i'm an omen.

i don't identify as "male" or "female", i identify as a warning

I heard an interview, can’t remember the psychologist, but he was explaining this idea and encouraging people to stop and take a deep breath and literally drink in small moments like you’re a dryass plant when something is ever satisfactory, positive, mildly successful, randomly joyful so your brain can code and integrate that experience because our natural lizard brain will quickly tape over it with mostly unnecessary negative survival shit. Sounds dumb and dorky but sometimes I remember this when I’m feeling good about a moment because our cave brains are still catching up with modern life without sabertooths. I like that it’s not just a pollyanna gosh just be more positive thing but more of a legit brain wiring phenomenon can be gradually hacked through small behavioral changes.

#we’re all running happiness software on survival hardware and we gotta do our own firmware updates   from @galwednesday 

lately there have been too many days like in a row

People say it was cringy, but I really miss my teenage deviantart days. Where I was just so excited and inspired to draw all the time, make ocs and worldbuild with others. It was so much fun. And I miss it incredibly

That time where I drew so much. For hours at a time. And I was so fucking excited to show my 10 followers what I made. When I drew whatever the fuck I wanted, didn’t care if it was good or not. I didn’t care if I failed or not. I just drew for 100% fun and myself. I didn’t stress about getting better or improving or thinking like “I have to improve every day because my entire future depends on it” I need to get back to that mind frame some how

Scott pilgrim is so funny because apparently when scott kills someone they just respawn back in their hometown. Imagine waking up on your moms couch and having to explain to your sweet mother that some canadian twink fucking decked you over a girl and it killed you

I actually hate being sappy like I’ll say “I missed you today” then immediately drag them to diffuse the situation

“Where were you today? I missed u. Thought ya lil ugly ass went and joined the soul circus”

This is literally me