Bro Come Look At The Stars With Me I Am Not Feeling Like Myself

there’s something so fucking magical about bookstores and libraries

Rb if you were/are a gifted kid I wanna see how many of us ended up here

its so shiddy when u have to convince yourself to do your hobbies. like, its fun, you like it, why cant you just do it. do it. do it. but what if.... mindless media consumption instead....

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

First off, spin this wheel.

You just landed on one of 200 fandoms that have been very popular somewhere on Tumblr over the years. Topics were chosen either from appearing on a @fandom end-of-year recap or from my own long (long, long) site memories before that.

also all of these fandoms are definitely things that really exist in the real world and none of them are Tumblr creations

a watched nut never busts. or something. i dont fucking know what you people find funny anymore. 9/11.

I TOO PICK GAY SON

Pick your fighter, I’m choosing gay son

hey don't cry. 7,401 species of frog in the world, ok?

Today hasn't been very good. Reblog to cover prev in blankets and tell them everything is going to be okay and they're loved.

this too shall pass