Reblogging This (or Whatever The Hell It’s Probably The Fifth Time I’ve Logged Into Tumblr, Idk What

Imagine a sitcom that’s only a really boring slice of life thing for half a season and then suddenly half the cast dies as nuclear war breaks out and the rest of the normal 18 seasons sitcoms span for is the surviving cast desperately trying to survive the nuclear fallout while keeping life as close to normal as before with their everyday shenanigans but the laugh track is gone it’s it painfully obvious they don’t really remember how life was before and that’s why they act so weird.

I know that a lot of people found the end to be a bit preachy, and personally I thought it was a little rushed, but honestly is never say it was bad enough not to read the whole thing. Still a better ending than some stories I’ve read that were in a hurry to end

I read all of Liar satsuki can see death, its really good everyone go read it

I had a stroke reading this and probably while writing it as well.

is this how to tumblure?

Throw back to when I went to christian school for kindergarten and 4th grade and had my fist experiences with why I don’t like the majority of Christians.

Kindergarten: Kindergarten boy breaks into the bathroom with a locked door (don’t know how the fuck he got in but kids are midget Satans so I call dark magic) and proceeds to peep, then I was forced to accept his apology for peeping and he was never punished because his parents were rich and after a week transferred him. They forced kids to accept apologies for a lot of things, which isn’t really how that works, but that was the worst I can remember.

4th Grade: First day of school, at a new school, which wasn’t new for me but that’s not what’s important right now. What is important is that I’m type one diabetic and decided to sit on the closest table to the nurse’s office door because it was empty, rusty, and close for if I had to go back inside. So I come outside for lunch and am just opening my little box of food from my bag when some 6th grade girls come to tower over me and ask if I wished to join then in sustenance. I was actually quite happy sitting by the door just vibing. They say nothing and leave. The next day I’m in the principal’s office for the first time in my life. “What for,” you ask? Bullying. Who? The girls two years older then me. How? Not wanting to sit with kids I don’t know and don’t like when they asked me to.

Fucking christian schools…

What was I on

the the crushing weight of our own looming mortality is what both drives us to live and makes us want to give up and natural selection means that people with genetic illness shouldn’t have children and if the government did fake the moon landing then what was the point of the space race other then to gain meaning in this meaningless life that we can only attain through cheating and not gaining anything at all and yet the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell but we’ve never needed that information and it’s been burned into out heads over and over for years so Michel Obama is rumored to be a man meaning that society’s faith in the one true god, shaggy, is no longer strong enough to hold the fabric of this reality together thus we collide with others and that’s why the Mandela Effect is putting chemicals in the water to turn the freaking frogs gay but a study showed that wasn’t true but the study was made by the people turning the frogs gay so it didn’t count… In conclusion: black beans are full of protein so they’re good to eat during an existential crisis

Oh to be a lonely village girl stolen away by a cruel pirate captain but she spares your life and you end up joining her crew and slowly earning her trust over the years and eventually becoming her first mate and lover

some of you would rather top a twink than stop and think ....

Karlach’s little dance is everything to me

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Experiencing brain fog and I can’t tell if it’s being caused by a sinus infection, an allergic reaction, drugs for any of the prior, sleep deprivation, caffeine withdrawal, or prolonged exposure to a monoxide poisoning/a gas leak of some kind because all of these possibilities are equally as likely atm

I finally understand how reblogging is supposed to work. I get it now, I never needed to wait until I “deserved” to reblog stuff and had interesting things to say

Reblogging things I like feels a lot more goblinesque than upvoting ever did. The upvotes felt like "hmm yes, I approve *golf claps*" while reblogging feels like furtively staring at something before shoving it in your mouth and scurrying back underneath the nearest piece of furniture.

Which isn't to say that I don't like it. But I definitely find myself going "maybe I shouldn't reblog this because I've already reblogged a bunch of things today and I don't want to look like I don't have a life," I say as I close the app and reopen it like one of those little automatic box toys with the switches.