I'm More Confused About Why Tumblr Is Showing Me My Own Post Repeatedly, As I Was Unaware That Tumblr

Colour theory doesn't fix "looking like a murder scene". It just "fixes" the low price tag

idk man I think according to color theory this is actually an excellent design for the carpet

My crime is... creating several universes. I'm not sure if that's illegal, but even if it is, does anyone powerful enough to stop me exist?

You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

reblog to remind prev they're not a bother and their presence is wanted <3

I don't know why this is so fun.

send help /s

*hugs*

if you asked me for a list of reasons I'd block someone on Tumblr for, never would you see "using transgender identity as an argumentative defense" on any version of it.

update: now slightly over 68% of the accounts I follow are snoms.

Snoms are so cute!

Just letting you know that currently, half of the accounts I follow on here are various snoms (is that the correct plural of snom?)

I looked at the original post on Reddit. Apparently the ramen is mocking Justin Timberlake's hair and the poem is finished by one of his quotes: "it's gonna be may"

Reddit is old.

Wierd dreams

Does anyone ever have those dreams that make seemingly no sense, yet you still remember them perfectly? I thought that I would share one of my recent ones:

due to some work on the power lines nearby, my family were without electricity. to help mitigate the impact on people living in the affected area, the authorities set up an area in a nearby building (which was originally the town hall but later in the dream turned out to be a train station) for us to cook our food. My mum sent me out to roast some potatoes for breakfast (despite roast potatoes not being something that I consider a breakfast food), so I went to the building that was currently the town hall, although I got lost on the way. luckily, I met some of my school teachers on the way and they helped me find my way to the building (which was still the town hall at this point)

When I entered the building (which was now a train station), I looked for the cooking area (which is what I called the temporary kitchen in the dream), but ended up at a platform where a train showed up. I started to leave to head home and inform my mum that I failed, but ran into my teachers who helped me figure out how to get to the cooking area, and showed me how to access the upper floor, which was only accessible using a device that could only be described as "if a seesaw moved you perfectly vertically", but I was heavier than my teacher and went down instead, until I started lifting myself up the shaft, using the device and the weight of the teacher on the device to support me.

Unfortunately, I woke up after that, and never got to see what happened afterwards. this also means I never got to eat breakfast roast potatoes