what do you mean you can’t go out anymore I prepared psychologically for 72 hours for this
Just before I die, I am going to swallow a bag of popcorn kernels to make the cremation a bit more interesting
WHAT. THE. HELL
Why your fave is problematic: me
- desperately needs sleep
- does not fuckin sleep
- complains about needing sleep
a concept: we are smoking on our back porch. you’re smiling. a dog sleeps at our feet. the ocean is 2 blocks away. bernie sanders is president. the bees are alright.
i was on the train and 3 drunk girls saw me and said i had nice brown eyes so they sang “brown eyed girl” to me
I threw up at a frat party and I was crying in the bathroom and a drunk girl went upstairs to get me a shirt and came back with a sweater and a kitten.
At the last party I went to three drunk girls fishtail braided my hair by committee
a drunk girl drew an eye on the back of my hand and then patted it with satisfaction and whispered “count olaf”
once at a barbecue a drunk girl gave the surgical scar on my shoulder a butterfly kiss and said “you’re cured”
A drunk girl at a bar I was at became worried that I wasn’t getting enough nutrition and proceeded to hold peanuts to my lips and just keep saying “peanut peanut” until I would eat it. And after I allowed her to feed me a peanut she pet my hair and said “Thank you”.
Drunk girls, saving your life one wtf at a time.
one time a drunk girl started crying because she said she loved my eyebrows so much
We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves. I wish for all this to be marked on my body when I am dead.
Me: *starts crying*
Me to myself: omg here go your lil crybaby ass…
*gets sad*
me: how can i turn this into a #relatable post and capitalize off of my decreasing self worth?
tumblr made me think about a lot of things but mostly social justice and my eyebrows

