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When the caffeine and 8 hours of sleep and two antidepressants and ADHD meds all align perfectly, it's 9 am forever and I'm finally locked in, I'm not locked in here with you - you're locked in here with me.

the state of advertisement on tumblr app is so bad, i got a temu ad and thought "well at least its not one of those weird chatbot ones" . yall got me glad to see fuckin temu of all things. temu. my enemy temu.

Tumblr is truly a prison. I’ll be like “I hate the way this website works. Broken filtering, broken search option, shitty moderating, glitches.” and then I’ll try to use any other social media platform and find it is somehow worse.

I know I'm not the first person to observe this, but banishment is a hell of a funny punishment. I now sentence you to fuck off. I don't care where, just get out of my sight. Go on. Git.

There's haunting the narrative, and then there's whatever the fuck Verso Dessendre is doing.

some of you need to re-learn the word "selfish" and stop calling everyone a fucking narcissist

“I am a simple person with simple wants,” I say, scrolling through AO3 and ignoring fics for a variety of petty reasons

I hate how the advice for avoiding burnout is all "if you feel like everything is a chore you're making yourself do, you should rest and do things you want to do voluntarily :)" like the fuck you mean want to do. I don't want to cook a nice homemade meal, go outside to spend time in nature, make cutesy fun little crafts, read books, or do any of that shit. Those are also chores I make myself do. Self care is a chore. Either I am up and making myself do shit that I don't want to do because people are making me and I am supposed to, or it's phone in bed. There is no secret third thing.

He looks so pained.