One Thing I've Learned About Tumblr From My Years Of Stalking You All In YouTube Compilations And Then

I can't be the only one who just

A good song which I will rewind if it comes on and I miss half the build up because I wasn't paying attention and you have to deal with it pal.

And

What the fuck why are you playing this aloud this song makes me feel like I need to take a shower, turn it off.

Me shopping at ten dollar store:

Sweet now I have everything I need to make the wings for a costume :D

Oh wait fuck I need fluffy feathers for the converts.. this black feather boa should work

-sees an witch hat with black feather on the rim fully knowing that it won't be enough feathers-

I must have it

Me: why can I never find people who think like me or even similarly? Why do they always say some bullshit??

Also me: actually likes learning and school, anti capitalist who wants to build community, teacher pet, autistic, very queer, calls out people when to they say bigoted shit (and very bluntly), asks a lot of questions, intrups people in the middle of sentences to ask said questions, has a very crude and raunchy sense of humor,

Pirate shit, fuck are they gonna do?

I cannot fucking believe how much I'm losing my mind right now over soy sauce history. I'll tell all of you about it after I finish this essay because I need to un-distract myself enough to finish it but what the fuck? What the fuck is going on? I'm losing my fucking mind.

Does tumblr have a similar stigma about

*scrolls through your blog, liking everything*

As most other social medias sites?

I could say some aesthetically academic but then again I just spend a few minutes arranging scarbble letters in the vintage store to say "be gay do crime" and told the lady that there were no Ms left, then I stuck a foot long sub in my coat pocket whilst singing union songs so I think I lost that privilege

I bite my nails a lot but I found a solution, nail polish. Rather than biting my poor fucking nails my need for everything to be aesthetic gets the better of me and I don't do it

Brand new sticks after a hour and a half of practice.

The morning light perfectly illuminated only one of my drums.