i am perfectly fine with having other people sit on my lap but i can’t sit on other people’s laps because i’m always paranoid that i’d crush them and they’d diE
i wish my parents got me into a sport when i was young and kept me committed to it so id have a nice body but instead i ended up on the internet and im gross
i am reminded that english is a flawed language every time I am forced to use “that that” in a sentence
I thought I could keep on without reblogging it.
I was wrong.
they should just start to higher tumblr to make adverts for them.
tHE OOD ONE
There are six sides to Tumblr
Side one: Pictures of Starbucks and girls who have dip-dyed hair
Side two: People crying over fictional gay couples
Side three: genuinely fucked up people looking for support and a place they don't have to hide. An escape.
Side four: porn.
Side five: BANDSBANDSBANDSBANDSBANDS
Side six: wtf is wrong with all you people





