Begone My Thoughts

i open and close tumblr like im sisyphus with that stupid rock

One time i got sucked up by a ufo im not joking

what happebned

On god they were being super mean to me like they were flicking my head and shit the grey aliens were flicking my head and punching my nose and giving me noogies and shoving me and shit....

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

you've met me at a very "yeah i'm trying to work on that" time in my life

Can we stop with the character development. Where's my beach episode.

too perverted for the normies not perverted enough for the real perverts how am i supposed to make it in this crazy world

mutuals to sit on the balcony on a summer night with

It’s extremely fucked up that some ppl try to make you feel stupid and immature for hoping for a better world. You say you want world peace and mfs think you need a pacifier; dawg, I just don’t want ppl dying from violence. This idea that ppl simply must die as casualties of war is misanthropic to say the least.

imagine if i did my work. if i sat down and Did it. and it was Done. can you even imagine such a thing

It will be done…it is done…I am freed from my misery….

Update: it’s done! Finally! I’m freeeee

does anyone know if we have to feel really guilty tomorrow

Actually we need to feel really guilty today… It’s Sunday…..

imagine if i did my work. if i sat down and Did it. and it was Done. can you even imagine such a thing

It will be done…it is done…I am freed from my misery….

You can bet on Timmy Tim to play the niche ping pong man

Update! It was mid

Why not just be like the angels then?

Hi my name is Don Quixote of La Mancha the Knight of the Rueful Figure and I have a rueful figure (that's how I got my name) with purple bruised ribs and tall stature and gaunt features and hair turning gray and a rather hooked aquiline nose and large black drooping mustaches and a lot of people tell me I look like Amadís of Gaul (AN: if u don’t know who he is begone!). I’m not related to Lady Oriana but I wish I was because she’s an incomparable flowering beauty. I’m a knight errant but some of my teeth and grinders are missing. I have long lank limbs. I’m also a defender of damsels, protector of orphans, succourer of the needy, righter of wrongs, undoer of injustice, and I wander a magic countryside called the mountains of Spain where I’m in my first year of knighthood (I’m forty-nine). I’m a gentleman (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly armor. I love my great-grandfather's forgotten corner of the house and I cobble together all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a doublet of fine cloth with matching shoes and velvet breeches and a helmet, morion, visor, breastplate and backpiece. I was riding outside La Mancha. It was early morning so the rays of the sun fell obliquely and the heat did not distress me, which I was very happy about. A lot of giants stared at me. I put up my pasteboard visor at them.