I need several hours of Quiet Time each day or i become the worst person alive
most insane tumblr experience by far is coming across a post from the mid 2010s that has permanently altered the brain chemestry and life course of you and several of your friends and aquaintances and realizing it only has like 1200 notes
every cell in my body greets grief in the morning and yet i keep getting up to live more
this is absolutely fucking pathetic now every single fucking streaming service is gonna start doing this shit. all y'all had to do was not watch Netflix and let it flop for a few months and they would have given up
i must not afternoon nap. afternoon nap is the mind-killer. afternoon nap is the little death that brings total obliteration. i will face my afternoon sleepy tired and permit it to pass over and through me. and when it has gone i will turn the inner eye to see its path. where the afternoon sleepy tired has gone there will be nothing. only i will remain
I MUST NOT AFTERNOON NAP. AFTERNOON NAP IS THE MIND KILLER
Pronounce Saxophone like Persephone, I dare you
I like this post.
When no one jacks off to the thought of me for an entire day I can feel it btw and it hurts so so bad
Welcome back to its really hot and I’m going to murder someone
“what do you listen to?” music. “what kind of music?” the kind that gets my dick hard what the fuck are these questions
I look at the pfps of people liking a drawing of mine and im like oh??
Woah, cute emo guy!! I wanna draw it~ So I did
Well turns out it was a griller
If I was in the jungle i would have died. badly.
i have no object permanence about myself. if i’m not in anyones eye sight i assume i have ceased to be. finding out people remember i exist, think about me, and even talk about me when i’m not actively in front of them is startling news every time it is brought to my attention