#me tag
*sighs dramatically before throwing self onto a mountain of pillows and blankets, never to be seen again*
I’ve got a sixth sense it’s called paranoia
i dont have a five year plan i hope to just chill forever and then die
i’m so intoreading tags like 500 of y’all could be reblogging my stuff and tag it as ‘me’ and ‘mood’ and nothing else and i’d still read every single one of y’alls tags
by the time I remember to text back it’s too disrespectful to even do it
1617:
people think im insane now imagine if i said everything that came to mind
Every girl needs to choose exclusively two colors to base her entire life around. Mine are green and brown
in my defence your honour, I can’t take a compliment
I consistently leave social situations feeling like I’ve talked too much and too loudly, and emphatically said things I don’t mean. I leave wishing I’d given more compliments and eaten more slowly. How do other people speak so fluidly, tell their stories so gracefully? I am messy and hungry and always swearing, always starting my sentences without knowing where they’ll end.
I have done it I’ve become one of those people whose personality revolves around Tumblr I am the epitome of cringe help me I need to escape this glug glug I’m drowning
Welcome to Night Vale: Ep. 100, Toast
Is This Imposter Syndrome Or Am I Just Really As Clueless As I Feel
a novel by me
i’m sad bc i love people who are far away from me… i’m delighted by the fact that i live in a world where i can love people who are far away from me… the conundrum of the day
I know the names of cats across the oceans that I may never get the chance to pet, but to know they exist is a gift all it’s own.
Proficiency in both ranged and deranged combat
i get jumpscared every time i drive past my old highschool and there’s kids there idk why i just assumed once i graduated they shut down the whole place out of respect
As a lesbian, I love all of Sappho’s work, but none of them feel more stereotypically sapphic than poem 31, where Sappho talks about passing out because she heard a beautiful woman’s laugh
The Tumblr wlw community in a nutshell
A wlw: … girls
Every other wlw on the website:
No one:
Absolutely no one at all:
Not even a soul:
Wlw: uwu girls <3 want to hold hands with a girl úwù pick her flowers
It’s not called projecting it’s called Being Right About This Character
Send me a number and I’ll handwrite the answer for you!
1. write your URL
2. write the URL of the person who sent the ask
3. write your blog title
4. write the blog title of the person who sent the ask
5. your name
6. your birthday
7. where you live right now
8. where you were born
9. today’s date
10. current time
11. relationship status
12. the first 5 words that come to your mind
13. your number of followers
14. the number of blogs you’re following
15. the URLs of your tumblr crushes
16. draw your tumblr activity graph :)
17. describe the latest post on your dashboard
18. favorite band(s), musician(s)
19. favorite song(s)
20. favorite lyric(s)
21. favorite album(s)
22. favorite color(s)
23. celebrity crushes
24. favorite food
25. favorite beverage
26. favorite TV show(s)
27. favorite movie(s)
28. favorite actors or actresses
29. describe what you’re wearing right now
30. write something for the person who sent the ask
31. ships?
32. favorite season(s)
33. favorite ice cream flavor(s)
34. a place you wanna go on holiday
35. favorite number
36. favorite meme(s)
37. favorite animal(s)
38. favorite quote(s)
39. a random fact about yourself
40. write your name with your non-dominant hand
41. handwrite a message to your followers
42. something of your choice (specify in ask)
I’m really really sick of feelings for people honestly. I just want to have fun and not feel anything too deep for a little while
i still haven’t come to terms with the fact that no one will ever adore me as i adore them. i will always be second-rate; never the first choice and most certainly never anyone’s soulmate. i am destined ultimately for a life of enduring loneliness, watching others go on and be happy without me.
i want someone to kiss me like heath ledger did to jake gyllenhal in brokeback mountain
*organizes life at 3am*
motivation? haven’t heard of her in years how she doin
i have a “why am i like this” moment at least five times a day
It’s always “why did you go out in the storm” and “your soaking wet” and never How was the storm The storm looked fun was it fun
i woke up tired like 8 years ago and I haven’t recovered since
sorry for being a hater. it will happen again
Reblog and put your sexuality and relationship status in the tags.