and wtf is wrong with tumblr


Germany is one country now, but at first, it was a group of many countries that were sorta, kinda unified as the Holy Roman Empire. Well, to be frank, they didn’t seem unified. But then, many big brothers of Germany thought, “As it stands, things will get tough”, so they get together and became the current Germany. And, the one who acts most like a big brother is… Mr. Prussia.

just borderline things™:

  • deleting your social media accounts to punish ppl with a lack of your presence but then remaking two days later because the lack of attention drives you crazy
  • checking your fps’ accounts and feeling threatened when you see them talking to literally anyone else
  • some tumblr post: “platonic feelings are just as important as romantic/sexual ones!” (bpd voice) sounds fake but okay
  • being too exhausted/upset to fortify your mental filters and letting something petty/mean slip out, expecting punishment immediately
  • feel a mixture of relief and annoyance when the punishment never comes/reassurance is given in its place because wtf i did something wrong why aren’t you telling me i’m horrible tell me i’m horrible
  • losing spoons to harmless interactions that rubbed you the wrong way for reasons you can’t tell anyone
  • feeling ashamed for Literally Everything because you do everything too much
  • “what if words inflicted physical pain would the world be kinder” words do inflict physical pain because i have bpd dingus
  • splitting on your fps and then splitting on yourself right after
Me, Every Day Of My Freakin' Life
  • Brain: Okay girl, you have a lot of things to do today and you have no time to do them any other day.
  • Me: Hummm, right so I should do it then
  • Brain: Thanks god! I didn't expect you to cooperate so easi.... Wait.. What the fuck are you doing...
  • Me: *On Tumblr* Oh, I said "should", but I MUST watch those gay ships updates
nothing at the bottom of the rabbit hole

I whisper words
with no syllables
pull crescendos
from my earlobes
I’ve fathered motherless
I’ve written blank pages
on top of poems

I’ve crushed hearts
between my lips
remembered things
that never happened

I’ve hulahooped mountains
climbed parking lots
crossed i’s
dotted t’s

I’ve snorted stepped on
smoked dying stars
rolled in the pages
of the new testament

I’m old news with
a new headline
a new pair
of shoes already worn

I’m on fucking fire
the flames chill my bones
I’m frozen in fuxking time
spinning around a clockface

I’m a long road with no
a rainbow with a pot
of pyrite wrapped snickers
with no peanuts

I’m a parent’s worst nightmare
the one that milks your

I’m an unbalanced mind
on a gold medal triple beam
a fall
lying down

I’m winter with triple digits
summer ice skating
fall blooms
falling spring petals

I’m a riddle with no clue
an answer with
no question at all

except two eyes
all the nothing
I just painted

myself to be