blorbo is running circles around my brain and i can’t. fucking. catch it.
me: wow i made so much progress on my WIP today!
them: cool! how many words did you write?
me:
me:
me: well…
feel like this belongs in a museum or something but nope names not amanda
2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!
We’ll find you Amanda.
the stages of tumblr notes
0 - i am alone in the universe :(
1-5 - friends for life!!
5-10 - mom i’m famous
10-30 - i am god
30-50 - okay that’s enough
50-100 - you can stop now
100+ - jfc y’all leave me alone
(and the rare 1000+) - i will end this life known and loved by my people, however much their devotion brings me pain
being a writer will make you the sort of person who has to google shit like “what color is soup”
Not me opening Tumblr looking for notifications when i haven’t posted or interacted with anyone on here for three weeks
Lyric videos are for unimaginative fools, I shall sing my fall out boy songs however I damn well please
we are more than half a decade from the start of covid
^this
if youre a transphobe get the fuck off my blog RIGHT NOW
STOP FOLLOWING ME AHHHHHHHH
*places an ask in your hand*
thoughts on the fact I’m currently designing a fast food magical girl (sort of) mascot group, based on different areas like the freezer, fryer, and places/things like that?
Aaa
*carefully swallows ask like tumblr did for 3 days (idk what happened i just saw it)*
me thinks fast food magical girl needs flamboyant costume design /silly
aaA