Guys 2014 Is In Two Months

me: I triple dog dare you t-

the puppygirl: triple dog?

me: no I just-

puppygirl: where triple dog

me: it's just a turn of ph-

the ol' P-girl: I'll get the cuck chair

me: we don't have a c-

pupmaxxing girlmoder: awoooo

going to the convenience store spending half an hour in the snack aisle imagining eating some of them in great detail then going home empty-handed

You own the home you live in. The last owners painted the walls of your bedroom a horrible off white.

You fucking hate it. Every day you wake up to off-white walls and off-white ceilings and pass through your off-white door to get to the rest of the house. You feel like you've been locked up in a padded room. It makes you want to die.

So what is there to do? Well, you own the home. Go out and get some paint, a roller or two, and a drop cloth. If the color makes you want to kill yourself, you should obviously change it.

But what if you didn't hate it. What if it just mildly perturbed you? Or maybe what if you didn't, like, reeeeeally mind it all that much, but you knew that another color would make you a lot happier? Does the decision that you come to change?

Sure, it's work moving the furniture out, setting up, painting, making sure you get the edges, cleaning up, letting it all dry, etc, but isn't adding joy to your life worth the effort? Don't you owe it to yourself to subtract mediocrity and add happiness? Do you need to be miserable to envision a better life?

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

me: "oh no, there is a dangerous alien on the other side of this doorway, and the only way through is this small opening!"

the noble samus aran:

bdsm enjoyers r onto something. i think we should incorporate aftercare into just hanging out. i need a buddy to hold me and say “that was really fun and you seemed normal”

i went to i love you island

shoutout to the woman from my high school martial arts class who liked to get me in joint locks and then joke about how I was easy to catch. you cannot comprehend how psychosexually formative that was for me