Need Minimum 12 Hours A Day Of Do My Own Thang Time

youre out of your fucking mind if you think im going in there alone and unarmed

if you're not obsessed with anything weird and niche please try harder. stop going outside for a while. consider getting weirder about the things you already like

not naming names but some of you are genuinely really good people and i hope that you get everything your heart wants and needs

the pillars holding up society:

people who film bootlegs of stage shows

people who write transcripts/captions for media that was released without them

wikipedia editors

people who translate funny tiktoks

the women in my bluetooth headphones sounds mad at me :(

live weird die mysteriously

I can physically feel the sadness in my body and i just want to be happy for once

enough about the eroticism of cannibalism what about the eroticism of parasitism. this is our body because i live in you.

having a tumblr blog is for those of us who could never manage to keep a diary for more than two weeks when we were twelve