A Masterpost

So would you teach me I’m the villain Aren’t I, aren’t I the one? Constantly repenting for a difficult mind Push me down into the water like a sinner Hold me under and I’ll never come up again I’ll just stay down

starting a conspiracy theory that julien and phoebe are the same person

From this day forward, I vow to have at least one of my characters in any given project wear Crocs for some duration of the story.

And there is nothing you can do to stop me.

yesterday (and the day before) i was awake for 32 hours straight non-voluntarily i don’t think i have a circadian rhythm anymore

Me lately

“I think the reason why hoping is scary is because it presents the opportunity for disappointment. When we hope things will get better and they dont, we risk allowing ourselves to be hurt. But something I’ve come to believe as a serial bleeding-heart haver is that it is way more worth it to try and fail, to hope and be let down, than to give in to the laziness of nihilism”

— Julien Baker

what, with all due respect, the absolute fuck

might seem like a harmless quirk but once you start typing in exclusively lowercase you can never capitalize anything again outside the designated midsentence Gay Emphasis Zones or anyone following you for longer than a week will think you’re about to commit murder

Person A: I need a nap

Person B: You always need a nap

who else feels like tumblr is a dying platform and it’s the virtual equivalent of being at the club still when it’s about to close in 15 minutes