I Need An Escape

me: oh damn she cute, imma follow her and never talk to her.

When fashion wins over substance

being on tumblr is literally just straight up vibing. no one knows who you are. no one knows what you look like. just vibes.

every person is born with the taco bell logo tattooed on their forehead. the logo changes colors like the tumblr logo during pride month when the person who is going to t-bone you in a 4 way intersection is nearby. one day your taco bell logo starts flipping its shit when you wake up next to the love of your life. you feel betrayed.

why are all prompts from those shitty writing prompt blogs always the same. its always some shit like “every person is born with the taco bell logo tattooed on their forehead. the logo changes colors like the tumblr logo during pride month when the person who is going to t-bone you in a 4 way intersection is nearby. one day your taco bell logo starts flipping its shit when you wake up next to the love of your life. you feel betrayed.”

if smash mouth told me I was on the wrong side of history, I don’t think I could find the strength within myself to keep living

“a great addition to the family of styles” hmm great attitude, also wholesome af.

You weren't ugly 10 years ago, you were a kid, or a teenager, or just a human person. 10 years ago cameras weren't that good. We still used CDs. People had flip phones. 10 years ago Instagram wasn't a thing. I hate to say it but every year we spent perfecting our social media presence is not a glow up. A grainy picture of you just existing in the era before curated existence next to a perfectly lit and framed "candid" is not an accurate comparison... Be nicer to your younger self, man. Think about what it's telling the kids.

2019 is almost over and all I gotta say is what the fuck was that

Everything since 2016 has been a fever dream.

Item: Unflappable Goose. When equipped as a familiar, you are immune to intimidation.