but not telling where anymore!!!!! if u found this blog in an effort to seek me out bc u used to know me, contact me through my discord(feathery-ghost#8173). in my #privacy era rn ^^' thank uuuuuu
(i also privated all pics of myself and some of my vent posts. i cant private everything, as i do want to keep this up as an archive, but just try not to rb personal shit pls)
My Friends: have you seen this TV show?
Me: no, but thanks to tumblr,
we should bring back the supernatural fandom somehow having an extremely specific gif for literally every occasion though
i know you guys are still out there. i know you still have your .gif folders. don't pretend you're not.
you. you get it.
losing my mind at the pose they made slenderman do on the spirit halloween site. he looks like hes on the title card for an adult sitcom that would show at the end of the advertisement. or a house remodeling reality show.
thinking about how dave homestuck strider used Dude Satirical Homosexual Humor then actually ended up being gay lol
i jumped out of bed in a cold sweat to make this
id: first image is the tumblr halloween icon, which depicts a skeleton-like ghoul in a spooky red robe. the second image is the same ghoul, now photoshopped to look like they're dabbing. end id
id: tags that read, “make her tpose.” end id.
On it boss
id: image of the same icon, now with the ghoul t-posing. end id.
Id: tag you that reads “let’s get this to 69k before Halloween people.” End id
it was dark and all the tumblr blogs were getting ready to sleep through the night. each one put on little blog pajamas and climbed into the bed. the big blogs opened the window to let the cool night air in and then pulled a big warm sheet over the little blogs. they began tucking the little blogs in, kissing each one on the header. "good night" they said to the first blog. "good night" they said to the second blog. "good night" they said to the third blog. "good night" they said to the fourth blog. "good night" they said to the fifth blog. "good night" they said to the sixth blog. "good night" they said to the seventh blog. "good night" they said to the eighth blog. "good night" they said to the ninth blog. "good night" they said to the tenth blog. "good night" they said to the eleventh blog. "good night" they said to the twelfth blog. "good night" they said to the thirteenth blog. "good night" they said to the fourteenth blog. "good night" they said to the fifteenth blog. "good night" they said to the sixteenth blog. "good night" they said to the seventeenth blog. "good night" they said to the eighteenth blog. "good night" they said to the nineteenth blog. "good night" they said to the twentieth blog. one big blog blew out the bedside candle and closed the door, and then all the little comfy blogs fell into a deep sleep. the end
I love the phrase “he would not fucking say that”. Truly encapsulates the number of times I have read a fic where a character would not fucking say that
so called free thinkers when they make a penis joke in a jackbox game
> shopping for new shoes to replace shitty ones
> needed to survive 5 hours of standing at work
> first new pair in 6 years
> pressure bc they need to be good enough to wear every single day
> checking all stores
> taking pics of shoes
> 1 1/2 hours later
> find perfect pair
> yayyyy shoes that arent falling apart and have actual soles :]
> get home
> try them on
> oh shit
> theres a bump in one of them
> so uncomfortable
> cant fix bump
> journeys back to get new ones
> tries another pair
> same fucking bump
> like its a staple of the model
> "you can return them in 45 days if you want :)"
> work tomorrow
> fuck it we bumpin
cant wait to move out so i dont have to deal with my mom complaining everytime i...have pants on the floor in my room twice a week🤨
in my head they are friends
most outings with people i tend to dissociate(often the kind where i feel like im a camera and im watching a recording, like watching a youtube video or something) and its interesting bc im also conscious enough to go 'haha im dissociating' and even physically tell other people im doing so. yet my brain stays in that mode despite the knowledge of it.
