these are important for me :3
the font i specifically use on my blog is in the bold section and its called 'math bold' or something of the sort.
oohhh antarctica how i love you
oh yeah theres another one hes like pretty much mute due to years and years and years of isolation and AUGUGHGKGJKGJLS i have such lore for him i fear
hes also greenlands boyfriend sorry not sorry
oh to be friends with other countryhuman/hetalia art people........
im too nervous to try😭😭😭😭
help how does tumblr work on a phone
ive accidentally presed so many buttons
um anyway
im fucking stupid i wanted to wear a soft shirt but also not show the fact that i was wearing said shirt cause it has an embarrassing design and im not fucking five and i dont want to get made fun of so i put a hoodie over it but i live in fucking texas so this hot ass bitch of a state and the fact that my school doesnt believe in air conditioning unless youre wearing a tank top and freezing to death its so fucking hot agghhh
the amount of panic i had just received auuggh /pos
omfg
weeeee
wow i suck at tumblr
i mean technically the ask blog that DID follow mine technically sort of kind of volunteered themselves right????
thats how this works right-
When I was a child, every well-meaning adult with a nine-to-five soul and a dried-up imagination told me that being a writer wasn’t a “real job.”
“You’re just a little girl with big words,” they said. “Books don’t pay the bills.”
As if paying bills was the most thrilling thing a person could live for.
I never understood why grown-ups were so committed to shoving a fire extinguisher down the throat of a kid who just wanted to tell stories.
I kept wondering, why is it so threatening for a little girl to believe her words could matter?
Now I know why.
Because they never had a dream of their own.
And when you’ve never had one or gave yours up a long time ago, it’s easier to mock someone else’s.
It’s easier to roll your eyes at someone chasing stars when you’ve chosen to stay face-down in the dirt.
And still… I write. Not because I was told I couldn’t. But because I had to.
Because I promised that little girl I’d keep going, even when it hurt. Especially when it hurt.
I REGRET EVERYTHING WHY WOULD I DO THIIISSSS
someone PLEASE tell me this is a shit idea and i should never click the post button ever ever ever
why did i think i could make an ask blog.....
like yeah i love prussia but i hardly watched the anime....
like
all i have done is watch like every single video i can over prussia's scenes in hetalia but i feel like thats not enough like ill do one thing and everyone will gloss over it and be like wow youre stupid thats all stupid
damn i have the intense urge to be insanely obnoxious seeing as thats how other ask blogs of same character was handled.....
see but i dont want to be too annoying on accident and no fucking way i just misspelt accident as accent im so fucking stupid
how the FUCK do you spell misspelt???????? it keeps telling me im wrong, fucking autocorrect, fuck you and your little red squiggle lines im never wrong, shut your mouth and walk away.
walk that way
off that cliff