camy

i jerk off till my penis scrweam

my dear friend just looked up from the hat she's crocheting for a very large spherical rock we found in the river and said, in a slightly haunted tone that revealed this was the first time she was having this thought, "i should make something for my cousin's real human baby"

*scrolling tumblr* hmmm. i agree with the sentiment of this post, but the phrasing feels off to me. it doesn’t really have that Reblog factor, you know? *scrolls* oh good, a post that just says “i jerk off till my penis scrweam” . i better reblog this

Strangest Thing is that the show is still going

i love that little feature that removes someone’s addition to a post you’re going to reblog. Shut up

i think we should stop calling them baby names so people remember they’re not just naming a baby but also a future twenty seven year old with a resume

that's why bella called her kid resume right away

i do not believe in labubus or their cause

she is everything to me

she is everything to me

Additionally,

Clearly comic strip artists have a shared trauma of overdue library books

me having a weird time: man this weird time sucks! i don't feel like myself! i wish i was having a normal time!

me having a normal time: well the weird time did have a certain je ne sais quoi...

I am a huge fan of retiring to my quarters

In this economy you'll be lucky to retire to your nickels

mike’s hard bubble tea

It’s just marbles

amazing

jeremy strong @ cannes

lexi love is a 34 year old former meth addict fighting her demons on national tv with a bunch of autistic 20-somethings running around her. she deserves the nobel peace prize

I haven’t been on tumblr for quite as long as a lot of people but over several years I’ve noticed this interesting gradual sorta,, shift in the general culture? that it went from this mostly depressed, nihilistic outlook where people would regularly joke about hating themselves and being hopeless and depressed, to a wave of vehemence of “STOP hating everything actually the world is Good and you deserve love!!!” type posts, to now, where those aggressive ‘PSAs’ have faded away and instead I regularly see people romanticizing simple things like stars and hot tea and rainy mornings, and waxing poetic about their friends, and just trying to put love out there. and I don’t know exactly what that means (someone who knows more than me could probably say something smart about generational expression and trauma or popular perception of mental health and whatnot), but I do know that it makes my heart very full to see people learn to love the world and themselves by extension, and a whole userbase adopting healthier coping mechanisms, and therefore teaching the younger users to do so as well. I might just be following different people, but I really do think we’ve grown. everyone has grown. five years ago it wasn’t unusual for the next post on my dash to be a scathing commentary on why nothing matters or an anon ripping into someone they barely knew or someone complaining about how pathetic their interests are. now I have mutuals who get excited and spam reblog art of cows and friends I see tagging each other in pictures of frogs and strangers writing paragraphs about how much I matter. it makes me happy. idk. just an observation I wanted to make. I think people are good and everyone’s just trying their best at the end of the day

I take it all back everyone on this site is toxic

Not now kitten daddy's googling his symptoms

Daddy has five days left to live

Daddy wishes to be cremated

It's what daddy would have wanted

Hi. Everyone else go home this is the only tag that matters to me

Being blocked on tumblr isn’t important unless it’s by the OP of a funny post in which case it’s the same suffering as what they’re doing to Jesus this Friday

Amen