Surprise!!!

if you hear yapping when you knock on my door thats the dogs. they're all little chihuahua mixes. now if you hear yipping thats the kobolds. important distinction

i am becoming less normal by the day (kissy face emoji

unlucky that everyone else isnt also doingt this. its so fun we should all just be freaks in each others company. but no,,,, i have to know about the weather and local news and sport ball.

oh my goodness gracious my blocked users list just doubled wow

tumblr's algorithm decided to freak out on me yesterday so i had to go on a spree of "this particular post is not for me" and blocking so now it doesnt know what to show me

i have scarred The Algorithm with the tools it gave me and it best be hesitant to go rogue again

i have neither a good imagination nor aphantasia, but a secret third thing

the creature urges are strong tonight and yet alas i cannot go sprinting around a college campus on all fours or else someones gonna get security on me

GOOD NEWS EVERYONE

You are not That Bitch. Being That Bitch is the grind-killer. Being That Bitch is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face the pressure of The Bit. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where it has gone, there will be nothing. Only 💦💦Big Top💦💦(45) will remain.

Sweating chanting "You are not That Bitch you are just being rude to strangers on Grindr" in the bathroom mirror like a littany

you know tumblr is cooking up a witherstorm of terror when your for you thing is only 3 posts long