I’m really into internet discourse but only pointless and stupid internet discourse like how many holes there are in a straw (it’s 2)
they call me "mr. bad at explaining" because well. um. uhh. actually nevermind
Teach me how to use my tumblog
the year is 2158. what remains of the united states of america is a blasted wasteland. you are a scavenger going through one of the only places for hundreds of miles that hasn't been picked clean, an abandoned mining town in the middle of the california desert. you enter the mines looking for tools and maybe some forgotten valuables. a cardboard cutout of a small man in a pinstripe suit greets you as you descend. he's been here the whole time.
the unholy trinity of piss-poor caretakers, tag yourself:
tomboy, meaning "this child is clearly queer but let's hope it goes away"
sensitive, meaning "clearly neurodivergent and often distressed but let's keep going until they grow numb"
mature, meaning "traumatized but let's ignore that"
Blue thing red thing. (This meme has grown a bit predictable…)
One day, I'm gonna ride in one of those things
new beginnings
thought i looked cute, might delete later
blushing is so stupid you're literally my blood wtf. obey me
my phone isn’t charging even though i plugged her innnnn dramatic ass bitch. YOUR PUSSY IS FILLED! WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT
I'm just a small lesbian that's obsessed with music and has a new hyperfixation every two weeks. hope you'll like me :)
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