From the River to the Sea

someone tried to hit me w the "dude... guy... person... i support all people. are your pronouns they them" dialog tree on my 18th hour of work. sorry buddy we stop doing that one at midnight

i had a 30lb steel pipe in my hands and for a few seconds I swear it started glowing

"the ai bubble is really big amd scary and could have-" [hears the word Bubble and thibks about blowing bubbles and smiles so wide and gets really happy] do you want to play in the grass with me?

there are many fat gay women which is basically awesome

clap. clap for fat gay women

paws you with my mindpaw

you shouldnt have to pay for the dentist. the dentist should pay me for satsifying their weird fetish

hey bestie you forgot the poll

I was talking to prev, asshole. The fucking critter-creature-beast poll blog? That person? Don't be a fucking dickhead.

sorry for being silly on my post it wont happen again

abunnies hop can often destroy everytjinggggggg

if I was a trump staffer I'd be showing him realistic AI generated videos of Frankenstein beating people up

Mister President it happened again. You have to help them. Please you have to help america.

one problem you run into pretty often on here is that the average tumblr user's idea of a good character isn't actually one who's connected to the story as a sort of narrative organ capable of failing forward rather than just failing down or up, but a character who is faithfully communicated in their example-setting successes as a glue man who has invented a glue that allows him to walk up and down anything

hey wait! i know you! we used to be chained next to each other in the cave! wow, so good to see you, how are ya? man. remember how we used to talk about the shadows on the wall together. gosh that was a long time ago. but hey. sure is one heck of a sun out here, right? it's good to see you.

i wrote this post with happy tears in my eyes sitting in a parking lot after getting coffee for 3 hours with someone i did youth shakespeare with when we were teenagers and hadn't seen in 15 years, in which time we both transitioned, got into nerd shit, found a job that feels good, found people to spend our gay little lives with, and coincidentally moved to the same city. this is exactly how it felt. never ever ever kill yourself

when i was a young woman on tumvlr ten years ago everybody liked american football, tigers jaw, ajj, and teen suicide. and we all had a little tin plate with a candle on it, and we needed to be careful not to let the candle go out because we needed it to read the posts. one time a mutual told me they were scared of their candle going out while their phone was charging at night. the dashboard didn't have the overhead fluorescent lights yet. and we had fan mail, and we liked that comic where the girl is a possum. and the stock market crash hadn't happened yet. i made a lot of money selling my tunblr stocks and i bought a boat. i would take the boat out to sea and lie down on the deck and go on tumbr and answer fan mail, but i had to use the candle to read the fan mail, because we didn't have lights yet. it was very dark back then, and one time i fell into the gap between two posts and twisted my ankle. and some people liked elvis depressedly, also, but i can't say that i was one of them.

she’s you

ugh

I think instrumence should be free for those who are pure of heart

u should be able to put ur hand down and let the instrument sniff u and if it smells a beautiful quality in ur heart and spirit that's ur instrument now. stray tumpet follow you home.. bwaa