1. Why Are You On This Hellsite And 2. Why Do You Allow Asks

Damn girl the power of love and friendship aren’t working :/ time to kill someone or whatever

I have to do something drastic. Well maybe I don't but that's how I feel

hey its me your immune system. looks like we caught somethin here. try sneezing real fast see if that gets rid of it. yeah no dice, huh... alright lemme try filling your lungs with fluid. no yeah i do it all the time dont worry works like a charm. hmmm... still no good... alright well just hold tight here for a minute maybe it just needs time to start working. in the mean time ill go fire up the ol' neuron cooker n see if that helps

A. A. Milne

   Milne is SO famous for his Winnie the Pooh stories that his other writing gets eclipsed. I have a book with his other children’s poetry in it, though, and some of them are just as relevant today as they were a century ago.

“Pinkle Purr” is about motherhood, and if I have to cry from reading this, so do you.

The original illustrations for Milne’s work were done by Ernest H. Shepard, and they’re brilliant. If you’ve only ever seen the ‘Disney’ Pooh, you should check Shepard’s work out.

bro i just started this show and im already in love with the traumatized older sibling

my look today is inspired by sleep deprivation and anxiety

you can pry happy endings from my cold-dead hands. It can be the most heart stopping, gut wrenching fic that has every existed and I will read every drop of it if I get my happy ending. I have had enough painful endings in real life, give me happy in my fantasy world. It can be at the last second, it can be a single sentence, even a single word. Give me all the angst and hurt in the world for 500,000 words, but please give me the comfort I need in the ending. please and thank you.

Today I explained why I can't really travel to Florida right now to my dad & watching him get increasingly frustrated with the realization that Transphobia Exists was honestly something else.

him: "well if you're not allowed to use the men's bathroom, just go to the women's! that'll show them."

me: "yeah but I'm just as likely to have the cops called on me for 'using the wrong bathroom' in there. have you seen me lately?"

him: "but if one of the options is wrong and not allowed then the other one has to be the right option. what do they want you to do?"

my grandma, helpfully: "I think they want trans people to not go to Florida"

my dad: spluttering frustratedly

me: "I think the thing is that you are more logical and reasonable than Ron DeSantis."

the face of a semi-reformed(?) conservative when realizing with dawning horror that laws can be unfair on purpose is truly special tbh

The thing that distinguishes Tumblr shitposts from shitposts on other social media platforms isn't the content, it's the register. The hairpin code-switching between very formal and very vulgar speech – the kind of speech that will use the words "increasingly" and "fucktrumpet" in the same sentence.

My deepest darkest fantasy is that I collapse on the street and I am rushed to the hospital. They perform a bunch of tests and find out I am severely deficient in some kind of vitamin. Then I start taking the vitamin and I become the happiest cleverest person alive because all my problems were caused by this one deficiency