he/him | professional guy | inactive | 18 | please b gentle w me lol i have no fucking idea how to cultivate my tumblr | black/indigenous
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Holy shit the amount of bots that are popping up now is fucking insane Tumblr do something mayhaps????
I just realized that we have 0th dimensions- j’adore complex mathematics and science of existences
I am a woman in the way that my 5 year old computer is a fully aware robot.
hey, don't cry. 1 million transgender vampires on earth. okay?
i hate you graphing calculators i hate you excessively written word problems i hate you confusingly worded questions i hate you
OH MY GODS
doodled my two splat3 player characters! they are friends
homestuck is actually a spectacular piece of media unfortunately i have ADHD and i refuse to read 8000 pages of that
i think the hermits in empires should all get shells like hermit crabs. gimme gimme a crab-hermit after midnight.
french class will be the absolute death of me
opposites
some biome lockscreens from subnautica, by request!
part 1 / part 2
like or reblog if you use these!
non-muslims: please don't overcorrect for islamophobia by ignoring what is happening in iran right now (women being killed for not wearing or improperly wearing their hijab)
supporting the freedom to choose to wear a hijab means also supporting the freedom to choose not to
jîna mahsa amini was arrested and killed for "improperly" wearing her hijab. there are massive protests happening and police are killing protestors. spread the word.
i feel like going into the woods and embarking on a super mysterious and odd journey with a tired lesbian, a really excitable and prone to crime queer dude, and his down to earth boyfriend.
SANS SWEEP BABY
[id: It’s a drawing of a humanized Sans over the tumblr sexy man chart. He’s drawn as a Black man with short dark brown freeform locs and gold piercings in his lobe and eyebrow. He’s shrugging while Reigen is on all fours in the background, a sash which reads part of “twink” hanging around his torso. /end id]
Defeat Elizabeth the Holy Blade's second phase without using any Blood Vials.
i am thinking
i will never use #live blogging because i refuse to give anyone an idea of the time frame which i may or may not operate within.
oh you want to know if i exist within the horrifically ever-looming presence of the linear passage of time?
oh, you wish to know how often my brain’s electrical currents short circuit to create a thought damnable enough to exist on this website? mind your own business.
Atsuko Tanaka (1932-2005) — Gate of Hell (vinyl paint on canvas, 1965-1969)