“You can’t be a lurker on tumblr.” Yes, you absolutely can. I’ve been quietly reblogging things since 2014 and I haven’t interacted with anyone in years.
Sometimes my words and thoughts just don't make sense, and I finally found a place where I can write them down without having to try. This is basically a virtual scrapbook of my mental life
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a twitter thread that actually killed me
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My favorite Andrew headcanon still remains that upon retiring from Exy—a good several years before average, and waaaay before Neil and Kevin, because he’s finally secure enough in his life and desires to recognize that he doesn’t need to keep doing something he doesn’t enjoy just because hes good at it—he goes back into law and becomes a public defender.
It’s not like he forgot anything since college, and most of the bar exam is rote memorization, so picking it back up is simple. Neil is too happy that Andrew is making such a major decision on his own initiative to be disappointed about losing pro exy.
On the other hand. Can you imagine sitting in a jail cell for auto theft waiting for some underpaid schmuck to offer you a plea deal when fucking LeBron James walks in.
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it’s amazing how ordinary objects can become so significant to only the owner
when my aunt’s best friend passed away, my younger brother was four years old. at his funeral, my brother went up to her and gave her a nickel. he told her very solemnly that it would make her feel better. she smiled for the first time in days, and tucked it in her wallet.
when my brother was 22, his best friend passed away unexpectedly. my aunt drove three hours to be there for him at the funeral. she went up to my brother, gave him a big hug, and then gave him a nickel. it was the same nickel; she had kept it in her wallet for 18 years, and now it’s on a necklace that he never takes off.
what i’m trying to say is that the love you put into the world will always find its way back to you.
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i went to a tiny counterserve diner once and accidentally poured sugar instead of salt all over my hashbrowns and was eating them sadly anyways. the waitress took them away and started making me another one and I tried to protest, but she just snorted and said “we’re not catholic here”. now every time i’m doing something painful out of obligation i think about how that is not repenting, this body is not a catholic establishment, there is no nobility in suffering.
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When you fuck around and find out you now longer have a job.
(via expired-blueberries)
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If Neil and Andrew met when the former was not keeping secrets and the ladder was not medicated, (and maybe the were both slightly less traumatized) they would have hit it off so good. Imagine Andrew immediately being like “yeah this one is mine” and finally allowing someone to look after him, for them to look after each other. Imagine the flirting, the banter, the instant interest, the pining. The Tension. It’d be beautiful.
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Do your part - use literally anything other than Google Chrome
Reminder that switching to Firefox is incredibly easy and takes just a few minutes, you WILL be able to copy over all your cookies, browsing history, logins etc, as well as change the look/layout so it feels like what you’re used to.
(via wesawbears)
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