The last man standing is a girl

Thank you for engaging in the mortifying ordeal of being known so that I may partake in the euphoric experience of knowing you.

i have [gestures vaguely] my tendencies

For all its faults Tumblr has truly ruined all other social media for me because my friends all have Instagram and are all trying to get me on Instagram more but every time I open Instagram there are like fifteen things screaming for my attention and when I get over myself long enough to start scrolling it's like. Where is my chronological dash. Where is the following-only option. Who are these people. Why are there so many videos. Everyone is screaming at me. And then before I know it I'm thirty minutes into scrolling and I haven't seen a single thing that I actually care about. At least on Tumblr when I see stuff I don't care about I know someone I follow has found a new interest.

big fan of whatever the youth is doing to torment scientology buildings

sometimes when I’m being especially self deprecating and convinced no one likes me I have to tell myself “you’re being goob. you are being goob right now”

idk perhaps this is too early 2000s internet safety module of me but the amount of information you guys demand from each other is weird

nobody needs to know your real name or your hometown or where you work or your home country or your race or ethnicity or skin color or phone number or the name of your first pet or the model of your first car or your mother’s maiden name or how many siblings you have or what school you go to or your credit card number

you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.

good morning to the beaten and the damned only

what doesnt kill you makes you go out walking on sunny days until you end up on a tree-lined street where you can look up at the gaps of sunlight and realise you miss them more than anything

a small thing i learned from my sister dying is that i really would rather the people i love be a burden than be whatever the hell else they'd be if they weren't. yes even if it's messy and not always fair and hard completely inconvenient for everyone involved. even if it's weird. even if i'm rolling my eyes a bit inside sometimes. i just want you to bother me. please always bother me

like "it's rotten work" "not to me not if it's you" actually sometimes it's still rotten work. even if it's you. and i'd still do it a million times over

in the same way being 25 is a disease 10am is a disease in the same way being 16 is a disease in the same way 4pm is a disease in the same way being 11 is a disease in the same way 2am is a disease

and me i feel also not so good