“man i’m glad none of my irl friends can see the shit i post on tumblr”
then i remember
I neeeeeddd
what if you wore a shirt that featured a picture of you trying to claw your way out of the shirt with a horrid desperate expression and the text "THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME I'M TRAPPED IN THE SHIRT"
"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there
”even lying in bed is stressful.”
Please share and sign (if you're in Europe), the amount of countries has been reached. We only need more signatures. The amount of signatures is rising fast, but may just not be enough, so every bit helps!
hate when someone asks how are you and you say good how are you and they say "oh not so great" or something. it's always like ohh okay i see we're being honest i thought we were playing pretend. can i have a do-over
Thought for the day:
What if, instead of making a wish to a shooting star, you ask it a question?
i like tumblr bc you don’t make friends by being cool you make friends by going RRRARRHGGHGHFHGEFGFHHGGHH (positive) in the tags
Drunk texting this drunk texting that, it’s a surprise if I even know WHERE my phone is when I get drunk enough to text people
"Look at the sky, Martin. Look at the sky. It's looking back"