but then why am i on tumblr

I don’t feel passionate about life right now. I look around and all I see is people moaning, whether it be about their early morning shift or their broken down car. All I see is people working, for the sake of money. It’s all anyone cares about nowadays. People work and work, and for what? A new Rolex or iPhone or maybe a fancy new car… I just don’t see the point. Things are just things, and they don’t mean anything to me. So I guess I don’t feel passionate about life right now because I just hasn’t found it’s meaning yet. But what if I never do?

Overthinking

reblog if

you’ve ever just been in bed or even on the floor scrolling…

scrolling…

scrolling…

and you know you should stop but for some reason you keep scrolling and not switching off your phone/laptop even though it’s 3am.

please tell me i’m not alone.

I promise I’m not trying to be rude
I promise I’m not ignoring you
I promise I do actually like you
I may come off the wrong way
But it’s not my intention
I don’t enjoy small talk
I love insightful conversation
No, I’m not actually funny, I’m literally just stating what I see
Please don’t ignore me because I’m too nervous to ever text first
If you put the time into me I’ll put the time into you
—  existential-words
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Imagine Lance sneaking out at night to hug Keith and cry with me.

I’m afraid to tell you that I miss you because I know you won’t say it back.
—  💜

Hey, A friend commissioned me to do a Dan.Va with a selfie game and I thought it was funny so I hope you enjoy it as well.

I’m so sorry.

My life feels like a badly written fan fiction with a good plot: it’s so awful and full of mistakes that I just don’t wanna go on, but I do want to know what happens next and how it ends.
—  Thoughts I’ll never speak out loud.