Inspiration Comes From Basically Anywhere, But Sometimes I Want Something To Occupy My Mind As I Live.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSSHSHSHAHS I just had a need dream about murder and in awake again

I had a nightmare a few weeks ago about some murders, and usually that freaks me out for a while and I can't sleep. So naturally I turned him into a character and made him kiss other boys. It's to the point I was making pintrest boards for him and his boyfriend, but it's late, and now murder is scary again and I can't sleep.

Pirate shit, fuck are they gonna do?

My brain always wants me to do something, and usually I will eventually get to doing that thing, or I just find something else to do instead and forget about it.

my old pen (left) versus the pen my friend just gave me (right)

One thing I've learned about tumblr from my years of stalking you all in YouTube compilations and then actually being on here, is that nothing matters. Do the people care if you put stuff in your tags? No. Do they care if you don't put tags at all? No. Do they care if what you're talking about even makes sense??? No.

I'm never sure if people believe me when I say I'm empathic because I can be quite the dink. But just look at me. I'm a doofus. I just put my large stuffed animals (whom I always sleep with) on the ground, gave em a pillow and wrapped em in a balnket.

That neurodivergent moment when youre not sure if you can leave

Like I'm not talking about when it's after a meeting and people are still hanging around and you don't know if it's rude or nah.

I HAD TO ASK TO LEAVE THE BATH

I would call my mom with the same sad wail a cat makes when you leave it in a room with the door closed and ask her if I could get out. I would stay in my room after being sent there for hours when my mom had said "go to your room for fifteen" and ask if I could go to the bathroom.

I have now officially used tumblr (and YouTube comment sections) to build up my self confidence. I'm now half way between a cuck and a god, there is no better way to exist than now.

I love the fact that I’m using this cesspool of chaos and showers to build up my self confidence. 

A handfull of weeks ago I bought this really old book from a vintage store. And I don't just mean from 50 years ago or something, I mean from like 100 years ago. It's in German or something, and I can't read it. But it was so interesting I just had to bring it home. The number in the cover says 1860 and I know the book itself was around since 1881 from the first of many signatures and dates on the inside.

Im a bit cautious about touching it since it's badly damaged but here are some photos. Anyone know what language/book this is? What's it about? So curious

I think I opened so many tabs google just gave up, no thoughts head empted me and just started smiling