lol, what kind of insane person makes a reference for their oc's teeth?

If my Tumblr blog is basically a Jason Todd fan blog from how much I post him...

Then my Instagram account is actually my dogs Instagram account

Byler fans after the series finale: I am now 100% convinced they’ll get together in the ten year reunion special season. Here’s why-

Me 🤝 button up dresses 🤝 my mum’s necklace

Almost certain nobody will see this, but I have to scream it into the void or I’ll combust:

Twelve years.

Twelve years of calling him my best friend, only for him to STILL introduce me to others as “my friend’s girlfriend”. Like 😭😭😭

There’s no feeling in the world like loving and admiring someone so much, willing to do anything in the world for them, only to be reminded that you’re just an extension of somebody else.

I hate my afab body, I hate my crippling neurodivergency, I hate my spiraling thoughts that were RIGHT ALL ALONG, I hate that I’m just a last resort when there’s nothing else for them to do or hang with, I hate that I’ll NEVER MEAN AS MUCH TO SOMEONE AS THEY MEAN TO ME.

I don’t even fking know anymore, man. What’s the actual point of anything?

Can’t stop thinking about my birthday. Keep bothering my parents to throw me a party

((so, I slept in and I feel great :D that doesn't happen too often omg. also, bc i felt like it, me shopping for the really scary halloween decoration.

Look at their faces omg... me trying to hold back the fucking best joke ever, or a fart. it's a mystery! nobody knows!!))

i’m delusional enough to put myself into a characters place just because we share the same name so i can be the love interest

Coming to the awful, horrifying realization that my job is very much not what I was promised, and not what I expected it to be. Realizing that I work 8 hour days, without a lunch break and get chastised by my boss for leaving early. Working 10-12 hour days without any sort of break and it's still not enough. Worked 16 hour days during spring break and did not receive any sort of gratitude for it. Doing the work of 3 people and it's still not enough bc I should be doing the work of 5. Being severely undervalued and unappreciated, and under payed. My boss being so paranoid that he spies on me through our security cameras and when he thinks I'm doing something that isn't my work, he calls and asks me what I'm doing. My boss now making offhand, self depreciating jokes that we might not last through the summer and that if we don't get enough kids signed up for summer camp, they might not be able to pay me. Coming to the horrible realization that if I quit this job, the school would definitely go under and I'd probably never be able to practice taekwondo in our organization ever again. Realizing that because of the amount of hours my job demands of me, it's giving my cats severe separation anxiety that is causing lots of problems at home.

Be the person who, when a nameless package arrives and someone opens it to see what it is, sees it's something involving the musical Cats and immediately knows "oh, this is for [your name]"

sorry the funniest part of the joke is when a few seconds passed and the person that took a second to process it finally gets it and goes "OOOOOH"

If we go on a walk, we’re stopping to smell every flower on the way-

can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024

i do think there is a degree to which certain kinds of Instagram activists have convinced themselves that traumatising themselves in solidarity is a useful form of activism. "I'm having nightmares and crying so much I want to be sick because of all these videos of dying children but I can't look away while people are getting hurt" I mean don't you think you'd be able to help more if you weren't having nightmares and crying all the time?? don't you think this is a one-way trip to burnout? don't you think maybe increasing the amount of trauma going around is counterproductive? I dunno bro there's something to be said for bearing witness but there comes a point where you gotta look hard at yourself and go "am I helping, or am I just making myself suffer so I don't feel guilty for not suffering while somebody else is experiencing bad shit"

on identity, healing the inner child, fursonas, and cringe culture