Some Of The Guys At My School Are Doing Something I Find Very Funny. They Have Taken Over An Area Of

Edgar Allan Poe

I love the fact that I’m using this cesspool of chaos and showers to build up my self confidence. 

There are two types of people:

The person who lends books to their friends books while looking them dead in the eyes and saying "If any harm comes to this tome, beloved and sacred to me, you will feel the wrath of the gods, and I will take it upon myself to harvest your soul"

The type of person to read their books in the rain, turn the lights down low and murmur the words on the pages softly in prayer, dog-ear and annotate the pages, and walk while reading which does not end well for any of the parties involved

I am both of those people.

One of the games I like to play when I’m driving or whatever is to try and come up with the most out there paper titles based on the song stuck in my head.

Today’s is “Are YOU sleeping, Brother John?: a feminist deconstruction of the Christofascist child indoctrination in Frére Jacques.” and I might have to stop playing cause how will I ever top that?

Does tumblr have a similar stigma about

*scrolls through your blog, liking everything*

As most other social medias sites?

One thing I've learned about tumblr from my years of stalking you all in YouTube compilations and then actually being on here, is that nothing matters. Do the people care if you put stuff in your tags? No. Do they care if you don't put tags at all? No. Do they care if what you're talking about even makes sense??? No.

Sometimes I like making shit memes

I think I opened so many tabs google just gave up, no thoughts head empted me and just started smiling

I know nothing!

I don't have a time machine but there are some kids who I walk with (we walk along the same path when going home) and I make sure they know I'm listening. There's one who's voice echos off buildings, and she's reminds me of myself a lot. I hope no one destroys that spirit of hers, you do your best kid.

christ sometimes I just wanna. steal a time machine & go back & sit down next to my 9-year-old self and just like. let them pull out their pokemon card binder & gush about their holographic gyarados or whatever. I'd just smile & ask questions about motherfukcing bulbasaur & tell my kid self that I thought they were a neat person, & someday they'd find other people who thought so too.

like i'm a grown adult who honestly finds most kids stuff boring, but. damn if i could go back & hang out with my baby self & listen to them ramble...just so they knew someone was listening. i would in a heartbeat. thinking about u kid