February 2012
I just found Juicy Juice in the fridge.
This is obviously the good luck my fortune cookie spoke of.
I wish I knew the whole story.
But I’d run the chance of ruining everything by asking. And for some reason, I care. So I’ll sit here and quietly go insane wondering.
Tumblr has changed me.
Before tumblr: Wow that's sad
After tumblr: MY CREY ASJGLJGFFS I CAN'T, I CAN'T. I DON'T KNOW WHAT MY EMOTIONS ARE DOING RIGHT NOW
Before tumblr: He's cute
After tumblr: YOU FLAWLESS BEING. I am offended BY YOUR FACE. NOW GET IN MY BED
Before tumblr: Oh a new picture from that movie that's coming out
After tumblr: DEAR GOD WE HAVE A NEW STILL I HAVE TO MAKE GRAPHICS. WHERE DID THIS PICTURE COME FROM ASKLHSDGLKJH
Before tumblr: I'm bored
After tumblr: guise guise guise talk to me send me perverted things I won't judge you
Before tumblr: What a cute couple
After tumblr: I SHIP THEM SO HARD IT HURTS
“I believe in God, but not as one thing, not as an old man in the sky. I believe...”
– John Lennon (via streetphilosophers)
“If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our...”
– John Green (via xenium)
My subconscious sucks.
It’s weak and full of false hope.
I could be dreaming about all the amazing places there are out there, or all the wonderful memories stored away in my mind. But no, why those things when we can dream about stupid, petty, painful, annoying things.
Scumbag brain.
