Just A Reminder That If You Still Support Trump, McConnell, Pence, The GOP, And The Riots At The Capital,

The most 10-outta-10-would-recommend type of song👌👌

Tupac had the most powerful presence I’ve ever witnessed . . . he would’ve changed the world🕊❤️

Other agencies: Dating rumors?! Pure blasphemy. not in my house. my idols would nEVER

Cube: Dating rumors? Oh, lemme check real quick... Nah man they broke up already lol

Truth

mark: my kink is when people care about my feelings and what I have to say.

ten: too unrealistic. settle for bondage like the rest of us.

Historically inaccurate bi. Pretty accurate.

from now on your tumblr nickname is whatever you get from this sexual identity generator  ☆

my life outlook from now on

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

I am very lucky to follow someone as cool as you,so here we go!

💕 5 Songs I Will Always Love 💕

(in no particular order,duh)

🌙 rises the moon (by Laina Flores)

🍋 Lemonboy (by Cavetown)

🧠 The Chattering Lack of Common Sense (by Ghost and Pals)

♥️ I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend (by Hot Freaks)

💀 Dance of Corpse (by Kikuo)

! Bonus Favorites !

-Protect Life (from The Fifth Element soundtrack)

-pale machine (by bo en)

-There's Something Happening ( by Jack Stauber)

-Shampoo (by Iyla)

Gifted kid (burnout)

I have always been a good student. the kind of kid you hold up as an example because ‘look at how much studying they do’. A mini genius with certificates that mean nothing but you show them off anyway, a tiny piece of paper telling everyone I’m smart.

And I never had to try. It was always easy to be the best and be smart. It was easy to have friends and act like I knew everything.

And then it wasn’t.

Because then I didn’t know what I had been doing right.

Because then I didn’t know how I talked to my friends without lying to them. I was perfect right? Why wasn’t I perfect anymore?

It was a slow kind of crash. A gradual descent that I didn’t realise until I had already fallen down. Because if I’m not smart, then what am I? 

I’ve always been smart, I’ve always loved reading and writing. I’ve always been good enough. But that’s all I’ve ever been.

‘The smart one’ and ‘the nerdy one’ and ‘the bookworm’.

What do I do if I’m not smart anymore? Who am I if I’m not smart anymore? 

Because now there’s unread books that I should be reading and empty pages that should be filled and I don’t know how I did it. 

“You’re such a bright student”, people tell me, my parents and my teachers and my friends and a thousand other voices that crash together like cymbals ringing in my ears “Why don’t you apply yourself more?”

And now I’m getting examples of people I should be like.

And I can’t help but ask : “Am I not good enough anymore?”

Because I’ve always been enough

Who am I now that I’m not?

Can I just have the cat?