Oh wow ask limit. Haven’t seen that in a while.
Get yoself an ask page. I’m askin’ all my new followers some stuffs and you are breakin’ the flow.
being romantically frustrated is 1000000 worse than being sexually frustrated because you can get yourself off but you can’t spoon with yourself and kiss your own forehead
when the doorbell rings and i know it’s the pizza guy
seeing a post u want to reblog after you hit the scroll to top button
Thanks! You seem pretty rad, too. Imma ask you some questions; check your inbox in a bit.
I like to find people who are very intelligent and interesting and read about their lives. I enjoy it even more if they’re the ones writings about their lives or they’re attractive or very happy or very upset or a bit bipolar or any combination of the above among other things.
I like to start with stuff from their past, especially from when they were younger than I am now, and slowly catch up and fall in love a bit with the version of themselves at my age or at the very least have a strong desire to be friends with that person. Then that person changes as I move closer to the present day and we have less in common and so we become less compatible and then all I want to do is ask them questions or send them interesting things or send them money in exchange for words or code or crafts because they deserve it after keeping me entertained for so long and educating me on what it’s like to live this different life that they have.
Sometimes I get a reply and sometimes I don’t. Eventually I always forget and most of the time I don’t even care but if they are close to my age and I’m still a bit in love then it does tend to sting. I guess it’s weird how even though it stings more when interesting, intelligent people my age don’t reply to me, it also feels less surprising and nice when they do compared to older, more experienced people or younger, more enthusiastic ones. Or maybe it isn’t weird; I just need to think things through more.
But yeah, sometimes (most of the time) this obsession with strangers becomes creepy but I guess it’s acceptable because I’m never in a position to meet them in real life or pose any kind of threat because I live in a country most people which most people have never heard of and also I don’t have anywhere near enough resources and independence to cause any damage.
I guess that’s a weird note to end on but it’s the way I think at around five in the morning. I like writing at night; I’m much less inhibited. It’s a bit like being drunk or angry.
I feel like I should point out that there is a difference between loving someone and being in love with them but I can’t articulate it just yet.
After reblogging a few things to make me look good to new followers here is a thing that might make some people change their minds about me, and I’m okay with. It’s good to let the people know what they’re getting into.
Two-headed turtles are a real thing that exist.
Tell your friends.
Cat, 100mW laser pointer, crocodile, sunglasses. These are all awesome things that belong to me.
Well actually the cat likes to think she doesn’t belong to anyone, but her son respects me as the boss and she should, too.
Mercy if you’re reading this somehow please do not kill me in my sleep. You are an independent cat and it was wrong of me to claim ownership of you, even jokingly. I apologize. Please spare my life. Please.
Two Dutch guys go through labour pains.
Bringin’ this back for any new followers.
Ok I’m sending the “e.l.f. Studio Makeup Mist & Set - Clear” thing over. Also don’t worry about hate spilling over to my inbox. In fact, feel free to have your friends redirect any hate for you to me. I’m bored so I’ll deal with that. It’ll be educational and fun.
1) I don’t like it. Apparently though it’s kinda like drugs in that there’s a rush and it’s kind of addictive and stuff. I guess if I hated my life I’d take it out on other people instead of myself.
That said, anyone dealing with self-harm should probably talk to someone about that. Preferably a mental health professional but a relative or a friend or a teacher works, too. This is all stuff people have heard a million times before, though.
2) No? The door’s really loud anyway but I have no curfew so there’s no need to do any sneaking. I can come and go as I please. Benefits of being 22.
3) I’m in too bad of a mood right now to remember fun things. That excuse is validated by science. Probably something involving video games, though. Video game vehicle specifically. Maybe the Freedom Olympics or the Swagon.
4) Good food, good company (optional), good rest before and after, good weather (or really bad weather [the wet kind] but you’re indoors the whole time), and a few accomplishments or achievements, like skydiving or graduating or surviving another year and celebrating with copious amounts of alcohol.
5) “Fuck it.”
somebody should buy me something from my wish list lol
I’ll get you one of the five dollar things if you answer that ask about your replied to unreplied ask ratio is. If you can’t find it that’s fine; I might still send one of those under one dollar things next month when I get my pay.