Saying “my friend” is just much easier than saying “this person I follow on tumblr” so you’re all my friends whether you like it or not okay
You see, Perry the Platypus, when I was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see a marching band,
Weird.. feeling kinda eepy all of the sudden. Really eepy even. I wonder why..
when gerard way sings "the broken, the beaten, and the damned" and when kermit the frog sings "the lovers, the dreamers, and me" they're talking about the same people btw
i am SO TIRED of romantic narratives where the climax is the couple finally getting together. i want a story where the couple gets together towards the beginning and then stays together through the end. what’s the point of making me want a certain romance if i can’t watch that romance actually happen after it starts?? people falling in love can be great and all but you know what? sometimes i also want them to STAY IN LOVE, like… i don’t want mutual pining, i don’t want wistful gazes, i don’t want ‘will they or won’t they,’ i want two people who are in love, they’re together, and they handle shit together
So do I just like....follow...anyone? Like real people? Like the actual people and not the subject matter? That isn't like following someone to their doorstep? Why does this seem so personal???
Think of it as, you are a stray cat, and every evening I put out my garbage and you come and eat it
This garbage is now mine.
If your 13 or older and still sleep with a stuffed animal please rb this im tryna prove a point to my friend.
Stage 1: using your native language's idioms in English out of habit/lack of knowledge
Stage 2: using English idioms as much as you can to prove that you're good at English
Stage 3: using your native language's idioms in English because they fuck actually
“either take off your cross or put on your underwear” (ukrainian) to say that you can’t have both things at once is my favorite expression to ever exist in any language. i needed to put this out into the world so bad, im finally free.
I'm gonna write some:
"you can't put doors to the countryside" referring to something you cannot control
"to honour which saint?🤨" A response to someone doing such a bizarre thing that you can only assume it's for a very specific god ritual (what my mom says when I'm caught cooking a full meal at 3am)
"my mouth is dryer than Christ's sandals" or nsfw version "dryer than a doll's underwear"
"never say from this water I shan't drink" like never say never.
"to write the dots on the i's" to make a negotiation very clear, point out flaws.
"you have to feed him separately" as in 'this person is a handful'
"it's like throwing daisies to the pigs" wasteful, or useless, unappreciated act
"no one gave you a candle in this burial" you don't have permission to talk/give your opinion
"it's like going to pee and not letting even a drop" pointless, absurd, waste of time
"when the devil is bored he kills flies with his tail" when someone you hate is suspiciously idle and seems innocent (and you KNOW!!! they'll do something)
"my saint went back to the sky" meaning you were so distracted/zoned out that you didn't even notice a saint had descended to help you until it left lmao
"I'm more tied up than a Roman's leg" (refering to Roman knee high sandals) it means you're very busy
yeah. thats not very mouse wearing a sweater and holding a cup of tea behavior. sorry.
Hate it when the Stardew Valley NPCs get mad at me for digging in their garbage. Like bitch I carry this town on my back. "Ew! Thats awful!" You know what else would be awful? The decaying shambles this town will be left in when I leave because you were all mean to me. Without me Pelican Town is nothing do not fucking test me
I feel cheated. no one on Reddit told me that tumblr is a serotonin factory. Keep liking and reblogging my posts please thanks
Just don't fly too close to the sun.
Throw me to the sun and I’ll get it pregnant
Fellas (gender neutral), you heard him. Ready the catapults.
Sherlock: Mini cupcakes?! As in the mini version of regular cupcakes? Which is already a mini version of cake?
Sherlock: Honestly, where does it end with you, people?
