I Hate When People Don't Believe Me When I Say I'm Good Without Something.

Guys don't leave your doors open, Its zucchini season.

If you do happen to run across this post, my guiding tumblr voice, I hope you know that I know that you know who I am.

there's is a person on YouTube who's voice I know well. If I ever think something in their voice I know this a worthy post.

me to everyone i meet: chill, it'll be fine! take care <3

me to myself: you walking disaster.

Sometimes I remember that there was a little boy who thinks I'm really cool.

Ballin' but at what cost?

My fucking spine that's what

Guys look at the best piece of sheet music I've ever recieved

One thing I've learned about tumblr from my years of stalking you all in YouTube compilations and then actually being on here, is that nothing matters. Do the people care if you put stuff in your tags? No. Do they care if you don't put tags at all? No. Do they care if what you're talking about even makes sense??? No.

Episode 1: Ouchie

I'm never sure if people believe me when I say I'm empathic because I can be quite the dink. But just look at me. I'm a doofus. I just put my large stuffed animals (whom I always sleep with) on the ground, gave em a pillow and wrapped em in a balnket.

the perception of academics as all out-of-touch rich white cis straight men is also absolutely not limited to this website (which plays into it both from a dark academia perspective and from a more anti-elitist/verging on anti-intellectual perspective). it is also 100% a thing on actual college campuses, even when physically face to face with professors who are people of color, women, lgbtq, disabled, and very much plugged in to the workings of the world. there is a profound difficulty in seeing that the people who teach us are in many ways like us.