Tumblr Should Let Us Boop With Knives For This Upcoming Ides Of March Celebration

i need a taigen and zuko crossover ep mote than i need oxygen

its really hard to get the hang of at first, trust me. ive had mine for about ~5 months and sometimes i avoid taking them with me bc it feels awkward and i hate not having full use of my hands :/

i did watch some tiktoks from people who use forearm crutches and it helped a little with how i hold them and distribute weight? all i can really say is that it takes time and practice

bought forearm crutches. i have no idea how people use them it's so difficult??? they should provide more support than a cane but i can't take a step without overthinking my every move-

May Apollo bless this scorching hot bath and make my knees shut up and put out the buzzing fire in my joints.

Occasionally I will go Oh you know what I can rewatch one of my favourite shows while eating! I see no issues with this plan at all :) and then I always end up crying into my pasta

“I’m an evil, mean lesbian” says the very fragile, sensitive lesbian

you guys are AMAZING i have 108 responses already thank you thank you thank you

maybe 200 responses isnt too big of a goal :)

if youre were born before 1997 or after 2011 please consider taking the survey!!!! i appreciate everyones responses so much and id love to hear from a wider age range

thank you ALL so much again♡

creepypasta fans please help a uni student!!!!

because im so special and quirky (/s) i'm doing my research paper on modern folklore, specifically on creepypasta and its effect on pop culture and the internet!

problem is, i need lots of people to take my survey, which is where yall come in

if you have five minutes to spare i'd be forever grateful if you answered a couple questions about your experiences with creepypasta

Google Docs

Data- Experience with Creepypastas

Thank you for taking this survey! You will be asked about your experiences with Creepypasta stories and email chains in regard to your gener

the fucking Urge to live forever in the liminal space of soft lighting at 1am, lying in the arms of someone you adore where everything is soft and silent and good

Waiting for the day ‘good night’s aren’t said with words, but rather by cuddling into each other and letting go of every worry from the day, knowing you’re safe in their arms and that they’re safe in yours.

blast abba so you cant hear the spooky sounds the wind makes