so...

i ADORE the anomitinity of tumblr. when i post stupid ass shit from my mush brain on like snapchat or whatever i gotta deal with messages like “are you okay?” and “what does this even mean”. here i can just post 30 pictures of dinosaurs in a row and my followers will be like YEEEEEAAAA BABBY

the other day i posted something on snapchat saying “if we gave monkeys guns i think deforestation would end” and someone sent me a link to an online therapy site i hate it here

i know this really isn't the point but i'm loving the attempt at spelling anonymity

the problem with money is too much of it belongs to people who aren’t me

bold of you to assume that just because i like theatre i can sing

y'all talk about wanting Morgan Freeman to narrate your life but I want Cher with her deep voice talking about my day, cackling and freely using the word “bitch” as she watches me make dumbass decisions

An inchworm that makes an accordion noise when it moves