emily

kink shaming is dead. I respect people with foot fetishes more than the president of the united states of America

my blog aesthetic doesn’t have a name It’s just me walking around picking up pebbles like “ooh this one’s pretty” “ooh this one’s pretty” “ooh this one’s pretty”

overworked and undertattooed

I need to stop replying to “how do you make friends in your 30s?” threads because all my answers boil down to “you have to want to know people instead of have friends” and I don’t think people wanna hear that

It’s like. People can tell if you don’t really like or connect with them. If you aren’t truly enamored with someone you will have a hard time coming up with activities to do together to deepen the friendship. Because you don’t really like that person that much.

everything you see on tumblr is biased towards the perspectives of the types of people who post a lot on tumblr. this is essential to remember

ultimately we all have to quit our jobs and walk into the sea

as much as i get the sentiment behind "make more bad art" there's gotta be a better way of communicating "you don't have to be technically proficient or hold yourself to a specific standard of practice" that doesn't sound as backhanded lol

I encourage you to be just a 🤏 smidge more of a little weirdo than you were yesterday ✨