When You Forget You Have Tumblr For An Entire Month Anyways I'm Gonna Make My Button Up Shirt Transgender

Mr Beast is like if Gatsby didn't have a motive or love interest or anything and he just Did That™️

For years I lurked on Instagram and Pinterest just peeking in at the popular shitposts you all have made and then eventually a friend of mine suggested I make a Tumblr and eventually I caved

It's like trying to go into a pool slowly and then getting out to grab something (or take your glasses off if no one can get them for you) and then your sibling hoists you over their shoulder and plonks you onto the diving board. They allow you a moment to sit ( no sibling would pass up the chance to throw you in a pool let's be real) on the edge of the diving board. Your fall in is inevitable. Your legs dangle, almost touching the water. Your goggles are lowered. You don't even remember moving. Suddenly the cold surrounds you, engulfs your mind, leaving you to search wildly for anywhere but down. You can feel the concrete below your body. Did you really drop that far in? A push, and you shoot back up. The water wasn't as cold as you expected. Your parents swore up and down it was freezing. You see your sibling occasionally, diving under the water, doing something. Who cares? You're swimming now. The water is fine. This wasn't so bad.

it’s ween

Okay, so, looks like Google Docs might actually start implementing their rule about not sharing explicit content. (This includes writing.) How in the ever loving fuck am I supposed to back up 1,000+ stories that equate to 3 million+ words into fucking Microsoft Word????? And efficiently, for that matter?! HELP.

Now if I can just treat this as a college to-do list

These are all so good. This is what the internet is for.

Or however you spell that (I have just tried my fucking hardest to spell something)

wish i could go missing for a little bit and no one would freak out and then i could come back and they'd be like "did you have fun going missing" and i'd be like "yeah, thanks" and then i could do that every couple of months or so and it wouldn't be a big deal

The urge to paint every photo that gives me inspiration is battling the urge to sketch pretty boys (for both gender and gay reasons) at all times in my brain and only once in a blue moon do they meet in the middle and inspire me to paint a pretty boy