Fuck. Those Fuckers At The Store Sold Me No Purpose Flour Again. What The Fuck Do I Do With This

ok fine maybe i DID come back wrong. what are you going to do about it. kill me? put me back in the ground? after all this effort? all this pain and suffering only to find out bringing me back wasn't worth it after all? you worked so hard. are you going to waste all of that just because im not what you wanted? just because i belong only to myself? are you going to let me pick out my own coffin

if tumblr loves anything, it's bitches who are doomed by the narrative. in this uquiz, find out what role are you in the tragic play?

So I just found the most useful photo album in existence for tumblr arguments

I wish you all a happy Neil banging out the tunes day

You ever hear a song so good you gotta restart it before it even finish

POV you just made an In Stars and Time post and these profile pictures enter your notifications

Everybody stop what you’re doing RIGHT NOW and celebrate the last Out of Touch Thursday of 2020

your scent processing being so close to memory in your brain is insane sometimes you step outside and take a whiff and go "ah, it smells like playing pokemon emerald in my third grade afterschool program in the crisp september of 2006"

If you are making an Isabeau plushie, what's the likelihood of plushies for the rest of the cast?

oh noooo this fell out of my pocket oh nooooooooooooo