Relatable Ramblings By Others - Blog Posts

I love to be sleepy. I love dim lighting. I love cozy bedding. dozing off is the best feeling

being a god is so hard like I fully understand why they've all abandoned us. yesterday i changed the water in my nano tank and the weather there is pretty much always 80°F and sunny but the replacement water was cool and it had been a couple weeks so it replicated a rainfall after a drought and so then my little civilization of ember tetras all thought it was Time To Fuck but my stocking somehow skews aggressively male so this morning I turned on the sun to see they all had raggedy little tails after beating the shit out of each other over the One Woman on Earth.

making an enthusiastic, sincere jack-off motion with my hand to indicate that i agree with the present course of action and think you have thought it out well

do something good today.

call your loved ones, speak to them. listen to a new album from band you've heard about but didn't have time to get into. water your plants. draw a cat. but please don't give up, and keep living.

every monday I have to go to work... what even is life

"I'm too sober for this," I say before taking a huge chug from a wine glass full of chocolate milk

i am once again asking for a volunteer to hit me with their car

i should be allowed to wear a sign around my neck that says "HAD WEIRD DREAMS LAST NIGHT DO NOT SPEAK TO ME UNLESS I SPEAK TO YOU"

2025 is the year to get around to it. rub some dirt in the gaping wound of your heart and bare your teeth to your own life

i was born weird and i will die fucking weird

unfortunately i need to be put down immediately

I want to shut up forever but I’m always thinking of more dumb shit to say

Who up wanting to slam their head through the wall

if you think addiction/substance abuse disorder or any other form of psychiatric disability is a moral failure or a choice get da hell off my blog

part of the reason America still doesn’t have universal healthcare is that a large portion of the healthy population consciously or subconsciously believes that being sick is somehow a moral failing. someone randomly has a heart attack at age 30 and there are people like “well, you should have eaten better, exercised more and drank less” like a medical emergency is proof you were living a life of sloth and sin and it could never happen to them. 

kind of annoying how irish goodbyes are generally frowned upon. this shit is like an art form to me

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WHOA!!!!! i love my friends' ocs

if anyone needs me. i will be in the corner. contemplating the characters

i wonder what it's like to be emotionally stable. anyways [thinks about fictional characters to survive] i am fine

i’ve died alone in my room 3000 times nothing you can say can hurt me.

you missed it because you were looking at your phone but an angel just appeared to me with a flaming sword and told me that god decided there’s nothing wrong with day drinking

Look, this is what moral OCD is like for me:

I walk past a piece of paper. I don’t pick it up because I had a long day at work and it’s very cold outside. This then becomes my internal monologue:

I didn’t pick up that piece of paper, I should have. Don’t I care about the environment? It’s not my trash, I shouldn’t have to pick it up. But also that’s how these things happen right? We place the blame on others as our environment degrades. It was just a piece of paper, it’s not like it can do that much damage. But also how do I know: I’m not an environmental expert. Maybe stray paper scraps are killing the frogs. You’re literally killing the frogs. You should look up how many frogs die a year so you know how shitty you are-No stop it.

I care about the environment, and I recycle and I joined green activism movements but is that enough? I could be doing more. I should be doing more. I should donate my entire check to charity. But isn’t it self serving to think that my one check could help that much? Do I really think I’m that important, how self entitled and-no stop it, reset! You are obsessing and if you fall for it, you will not eat dinner. Let it go.

Okay it’s just a piece of paper. It’s okay you skipped it this once: it could have had something dangerous on it. Yeah that makes sense. But also, that means I’m putting my own safety over trying to help the environment, which is very selfish of me. I’m just one shitty person: god how could I be so self absorbed. I should have picked up the piece of paper. I’m so selfish, and shitty and-no, no, stop it! This is not helpful. It’s fine.

It’s been a long day and I’m cold, that’s not a crime- no that’s being selfish again, you’re making excuses. You’re just a lazy piece of shit who doesn’t care about others, and selfish and God the fact you’re thinking this much about one piece of paper shows how selfish you are, you care more about if you’re a good person than anything else, you’re a piece of shit, you’re a piece of shit, YOU’RE A PIECE OF SHIT.

I get home and open up Tumblr. The first post I see says “if you don’t reblog this post about the environment you’re as complicit as an oil billionaire.” I close my computer and resign myself to looking up the state frog populations until I go to bed.

I don’t eat dinner.

The amount of frogs that die a year is somewhere from 200 million to over 1 billion.

if you dont have a fursona at this point youre just being unprofessional

unironically taking a break from election watch to apply for jobs because THATS somehow less stressful

One thing about me is I am not doing so well

I don't care who anyone is. I see a boop button, I'm fuckin smacking it

Since the booping has returned, reblog if it's okay to spam you with boops!

I wanna be polite and not spam random people without permission , ,