whisht

When Cecil was asking the citizens of Night Vale if they were just going to sit back and let Strex kidnap their daughters I felt incredibly culpable like

NO CECIL NO I WON’T STAND BY I’M WITH YOU CECIL HOW DO I SHOW YOU I’M WITH YOU

If you hear about a civic building burnt to the ground that was probably me sticking it to an imaginary corporation

yeah so you’re getting a tiny bit of a Who spam because duh

but I’m a little let down rn because my favourite moment of the whole episode hasn’t made it onto my dash yet

IS NO ONE GOING TO TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT OSGOOD AND HER ZYGON WORKED OUT WHICH WAS WHICH BUT DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING

BECAUSE THEY BOTH WANTED PEACE

I LOVE HER

PSA (Proper Shit Apology)

Alright so I was thinking

And the process was long and meandering and forgettable

But the result of that delve into my psyche is this realisation;

I need a break from this site

Sometimes, a lot of days, tumblr is something of a saviour. It’s a distraction from my problems when I need to switch off, it’s a source of news and entertainment and - whodathunk - social interaction.

But other days, also plentiful, it feels like tumblr is the source of other things. Irritation, anxiety, the death of time that I honestly can’t afford to waste right now. Basically, the source of a bunch of problems to add to the heap.

Which I could do without, really.

I’ll still be around, every now and then, but at least for the next month this will probably be something of a radio silence.

I’m ridiculously easy to find on skype and facebook, owing to the fact that when it comes usernames I have very little imagination.

So

I guess

I’ll see you later, tumbles

broken up all the points and quotes for this essay into the following headings:

Individualism, Teamwork, Capitalism, Women, All The Gay Holy Shit

one of these things is not like the others