I am an affront to God, and am setting up a replacement. She/Her | 22
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Blood loss? No I know exactly where it is
that "like what's up pronoun" tweet has ruined me it is constantly in the back of my brain
also literally fucked a man so hard yesterday that today i found pieces of my bed on the floor
there’s a war between Sucking and Fucking
I've survived my first day on Tumblr
Achievements:
Don't shoot! I'm friendly!: Prove you're not a bot
AI dismemberment: Disable algorithm settings
Friends?: Gained a mutual
I recognize you: Follow someone you know from r/Tumblr
MY EYES!: Change the site palette
Great Idea: Reblog a post
They love me: Have a post reblogged
giving u $5 in exchange for the promise of a tbh who says sth like "i promise i am eating a real meal" (so that i can send it to friends who r worried about my eating habits lol)
FEED
u ever in such a bad mood u feel urself turning evil?
I can never reblog that one post that's like "what fictional food did you desperately want to eat as a child " bc I had this dinosaur book as a kid and in the book there was this illustration of a T. Rex eviscerating a Triceratops and feasting on its remains and it looked like it was having such a good time with the triceratops carcass that I would have traded anything to be that T. Rex. And I can't just add that to a random stranger's post
It’s Einstein’s turn to count, and he closes his eyes. After counting to 10, Pascal runs away and hides.
Newton, on the other hand, very calmly draws a square on the ground, 1 meter on each side, in front of the place that Einstein counted, and goes to the middle of it and starts to wait.
When Einstein reaches 10, he opens his eyes and immediately says, “Newton, I found you!!” he shouts.
Newton smiles and says calmly: “You didn’t find me, you found Newton per square meter. So you found Pascal.”
Why do engineers mix up Halloween and Christmas?
Because Oct 31 == Dec 25
discussing gender with trans people will have u unlocking skills and key items. will have u needing a working understanding of performativity, familiarity with the lesser key of solomon, a reasonably sized bag of ketamine, the first four sonic the hedgehog games, rhythm game competency (esoteric), a degree in entomology, lapsed faith, a mcdouble, a collar, etc
Me and the terrifying supercomputer i pulled by understanding the sexual allure of the machine
Call me Julius Caesar, the way I'm getting penetrated tonight.
Do you have enough love in your heart To go and get your hands dirty? It isn’t that much, but it’s a good start So go and get your hands dirty
dirty, grandson
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You are not immune to ads. Ads are not becoming ineffective due to oversaturation or savvy young people or whatever. Billions of dollars are poured into market research and analytics every year, corporations would know if ads were a waste of money way way before a tiktok comment section and stop spending money on them
By believing yourself to be "too smart" to be affected by advertising you're only making yourself far less mindful of and more susceptible to it. The ads you're exposed to poison your mind - be aware of that so you can combat it, and try to be exposed to as few as possible
i really wonder what Julius Caesar would think of a bunch of neurodivergent rats huddled in a circle chanting ides of march ides of march ides of march and then cheering loudly on the 2067th anniversary of his assassination?
like would he cry?
I should get a tattoo on the nape of my neck saying "Must be this tall to ride."
these new tumblr features are getting out of hand…..
knight/lord ships are like. what if i would die for you. what if i wanted you to live for me. what if i wanted to touch you but could only be satisfied with being near you. what if i could touch you but only through the safety of our gloves. what if i couldn’t stop thinking about you right next to me. what if i bloodied my hands for you and never looked back at the wreckage. what then
funniest thing is when it turns out someone actually has exactly the same takes on a fictional character as me but they finish like 'so yeah that's why i detest this guy' and it's like. ah. i see. i am a fundamentally different person however
my entire dash rn:
I just got polls, so naturally I have to make one. Iiiiiit's trolley problem time!
5 of your close friends are tied to a track, you can stop the train, and the person tying people to tracks, but you have to kill both them and the conductor. The conductor is just doing their job, and unknowing aid.
It seems like there's more positivity on Tumblr than other platforms (*cough*Twitter*cough*). Like, you can say "I love you, bestie." without anyone calling you corny or childish.
Y'know what? Reblog this to let your besties know you love them.