okay tumblr’s exclusion from the twitter social media ban list is hilarious but genuinely we do not belong on there. if a real human person asks “where can i find you on social media” and your choice is a swift death or revealing your tumblr, most of us would simply expire. half of y’all change urls every week like you’re in witness protection. just imagine for one second attaching your wholeass government name to your latest two am clownposting and tell me that didn’t send a cold chill down your spine. the only place i ever want to see the words “connect with me on tumblr!” is on the ao3 profile of an author i’m actively stalking. anyone in the world can follow me except anyone i personally know. antisocial media.

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.

absolutely obsessed with these tags

Feeling hostile about seeing Christmas advertisements in October

The war on Christmas will end when it ceases its illegal occupation of Autumn and retreats back behind the Thanksgiving armistice line.

Élisabeth Ohlson Wallin

Sermon on the mount

*someone describes what’s clearly an unhealthy or even abusive situation*

ppl: omgggg are the straights okay??? 😝🤪😜🤣😂😆😜🤪😜😜😜🤪🤪😂🤣

trying to be normal in this saintsbury's but I'm being defeated by Products

ALT

things that make you audibly wheeze in surprise in the middle of the grocery store