uh... hello I have somehow managed to get back on to this??
anyone else remember being 13 on tumblr and every morning youd scroll down until you got to posts from the night before like it was the morning paper
the weird thing is, when I view my job as some sort of background extra it becomes much more palatable. people go to a library and see me shelving a stack of books in my cardigan and glasses (now with glasses chain!) and they go "yeah, that's exactly right. that's how it's supposed to be in a library." and for some reason, that's comforting? the work is whatever, and the customers are customers, but sometimes it feels like I'm being paid just to make sure this places looks right, and I find that very fun.
stop being funnier than me on my own posts
Sometimes you suddenly start to miss people, who once were really important to you, even though you thought that you had been over them a long time ago. And you know what? This is absolutely valid and normal because they were and always will be a part of your life, your story- you can't just erase them. You can miss people and everything that could have been without actually wanting them back
if any of the people storming the capitol rn were slightly less white they would've been fucking shot to death hours ago
Theyre deescalating and talking to them
In case anyone forgot, this was the capitol building less than 6 months ago when the protest was people saying “Please stop murdering us”
| ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄| | I love my friends a lot, | | I just suck at talking | | to them regularly | |___________| (\__/) || (•ㅅ•) || / づ
you CANNOT hold me accountable for accidentally making a homestuck reference when i've never read homestuck. if you recognized it that's YOUR problem it's YOUR sin.
People love to be like “oh hee hoo hoo I caught you making a homestuck reference” as if it isn’t like a billion pages long and presumably mentioned everything in existence at least once
I've had this blog since I was 17... I've been on Tumblr since I was 13. I am turning 25 on the 18th...what am I still doing here LMAO
tumblr is such a bizarre kind of social interaction. like. the rules are so different here. I once unfollowed someone because they said prime numbers were ugly and that was simply the last straw for me. imagine hanging out with a friend and getting up from the table and never talking to them again because they told you they hated prime numbers. that’s what I did.
YA books: There are 2 boys, the protagonist girl HAS to date one, but how can she choose? They are so incredibly different in every way!
The boys:
The Mandalorian: Well, I have a jet pack.
Geralt: Fuck.
Geralt, pointing at lil yoda baby: what is that?
Mando: a magic baby that evil dudes dressed in black want, I'm adopting him
Geralt, now pointing at Ciri: I got one of those, how'd you get yours?
Mando: I was hired to bring him to aforementioned evil dudes, then I raided their base to break him out, yours?
Geralt: I won her at an engagement party through ass-kicking and sarcasm
Single dads without health insurance trying to make it in the gig economy
Aw, yeah, that’s the good shit.
I love abandoned ruins so much
the world taken back by nature is my aesthetic
AND THIS IS WHY I AM AN ARCHAEOLOGIST
I love this dude, but mostly I’m excited that cable knit sweaters exist in Star Wars
This looks like a “humans of new york” picture