Im enjoying the longevity of tumblrs recontextualization style of humor. a seemingly innocuous post followed by like "posts that a gnome would make" or like "are you a phone"

I love this post

The horse thinks as it scratches an itch

Wearing “CRASH (1996)?” On my chest at the club so I have the freakiest sex on my life

My biggest problem rn is I don’t have any friends who have watched crash and wouldn’t get how hot my homemade crash tshirt would be. Like the layers to getting a too tight tank top and painting CRASH (1996) on it. What’s Left?

i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here