Bernie Would Have Won

i hope that one day i will finally be ok….i’ll make a cherry pie when it is all over

reblog the cherry pie to be ok

im always so entertained by takes that are like “every girl thinks they’re amy from gone girl” like yeah…many women relate to having pent up rage against the men in their lives and have cathartic fantasies about getting revenge on them….and? 

Dads be like. I have trauma. I will never talk about or acknowledge this. One day u will come across a picture of my childhood and realize that I have a entire flesh and blood brother still alive who I have never mentioned or acknowledged. Anyway why dont you tell me anything about ur fucking life.

platonic “i love you”s are pure and need to be protected reblog if you agree

Literally just romanticize your own life. What’s stopping you. Who will care. Commit to enjoying things. 

[image desc: art by keith harring showing three yellow humanoid figures with their hands over their eyes/ears/mouth and pink crosses on their chests. text above and below the figures reads: “ignorance = fear” “silence = death” “fight aids / act up”]

being a journalist i’m so worried that i’ll eventually meet communismkills and she’ll embarrass us both by saying some stupid shit like “you’re the one who started the rumor that i died on tumblr. we’re not in a safe space anymore are we?” and i’ll just tackle her in front of all our colleagues

It is indeed pretty embarrassing that you spend this amount of time thinking about me.

no offense but have you ever heard of smoking weed