Actually, There Is Not Escape In Escaping. But There Is Escap.

"I'm in Spain without the 'A'"

"You're in spin?"

*rotates morosely"

Hey wait a second...

there was a barrel in the way, I could not see the baby until after I said that. Oops

Sometimes I think about the fact that I have conversations with people over reblogs, and it's basically as if I stood out in the village square and shouted back and forth with someone on the other side of the square.

not the twitter migrants putting "reblog heavy" in their bios on here... like yeah. that's what we do here

reblog if your name isn't Amanda.

2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!

We’ll find you Amanda.

reblog if this is u rn #real

Reblog to drop Yzma into the next post

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

Reblog if I can wander into your (literal) apartment and make (tangible) lunch

so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch

today’s date is the 3rd? what’s next, the 4th? the 5th? the minor fall, the major lift?