A suspiciously stingray-shaped patch of sand

Do whatever you gotta do to make sure you can tell your grandkids good stuff when they ask you what you did during the historic times you lived through

dolly zoom can be a cinematographic technique but also a jubilant expression of joy

alright I'm almost finished Project Hail Mary, and I have to say, I don't get why people are shipping the guy with Markiplier when he's already in a perfectly healthy queer-platonic relationship with the alien spider made of rocks

I think having his url scooped up by a Tumblr Lesbian who immediately can't keep up the kayfabe, is bad at characterizing him when they do, and immediately succumbs to beefing and vaguing about the pushback... well, it's both the most embarrassing and most fitting thing that could've happened to Pjackk, let's be honest...

i got that dog in me but it's poorly socialized and i don't take it on as many walks as i should

'unbecoming' is such a good word. not only was that thing you did bad but it also made you less.

it's such bs that the whole guilt-ridden stoic self-sacrificing martyr thing doesn't work outside of fiction. repressing all your emotions and neglecting your physical wellbeing should make you god's most tragically beautiful morally unassailable little soldier of righteousness but all it does is give you bad skin and gastrointestinal problems

Enough about your blorbos for a minute: who are your siblings’ blorbos? Reblog with your blorbos-in-law!

i know this is tumblr and we’re all playing perverts but i just think some of you would be excellent company for a late night walk and a four hour conversation about absolutely nothing

i know this is tumblr and we’re all playing perverts but i just think some of you would be excellent company for a late night walk and a four hour conversation about absolutely nothing

making a pilgrimage to tumblr & getting conned by a blogger claiming to sell scraps of the shroud of pjackk

you know those studies showing that cursing helps with pain tolerance or whatever. that’s how i feel about making my weird little noises to get through my basic daily activities. sometimes you just have to go hggblaaaah for a minute so you can find the strength within yourself to get up or wash the dishes or send an email. mmmnneh. urgh. the torments are unending but you can always make some little sounds about it.

probably speaks to something unwell in the collective tumblr psyche that those absurdly bleak bad luck brian memes are the only survivors of, like, an entire genre of different advice animal image macros.