Despite Using Tumblr On My Chromebook, I Still Scroll On It Like I Would If It Was On A Phone. My Finger

This is so Sanders Sides core, fr fr

As far as I can tell there are a few different types of dog, independent of sex or breeds but occasionally correlated - including among others -

eccentric roommate (lives here. does stuff. when you're lucky you know what it is before they do it.)

dubious peasant (generally agreeable but on the verge of plotting revolt if not handled appropriately and regularly)

adorable ward (is Baby, makes up for immaturity with cute looks)

sworn knight (serve you till the end of your days. plz give task. take on quest. affirm is good dog)

confused auntie (wants you to make good life choices, mostly just sits on chairs and judges you)

No Thoughts Just Vibes (average golden retriever in my experience and also borzoi)

I drew these in order to be as obnoxious as possible

I take everything showers when I can't sleep at night

I could be in there for hours, and still not feel right

And so I'll cry myself to sleep, or stay up to see the sun

Cause no matter how I scrub the dirt, it's like I've gotten off none

I'm a mess, my life's a mess, why can't I wash it away?

If I never feel clean, then there must be a better way

This is what knowing your burning out before you've fully burnt out feels like

Katherine May, from Wintering: How I learned to Flourish when Life became Frozen 

She craves perfection. A mortal striving to attain the perfection of a celestial. Oh! What I would give for her to see, herself through my eyes! To know I worship daily at her feet! To know her flaws, to me, are her wings, Her tears, my crystals, divine. Love, it is no harm living a human. Being human. Icarus flew, until he was no more. Please, I pray, let me sing with you, And not of you. -ENYAH --@purplepeiskos

Update on that homework

I tried to focus for a few minutes, but then my cat started ripping up the fabric bins I use as a chest of drawers and took a massive shit. I guess she doesn't want me to do that analysis either

My friend asked me about my new tattoo before class today, and I couldn't help but laugh because it was actually just a bunch of notes I had written on my arm