If I follow you, yes, I care about your garden, what your cat did today, the jewelry you made, that one friend who said the thing, i like your sense of humor, and also your selfies.
BONUS SELFIE: otherwise known as the last-ditch effort to save my precious Teddies.
I am going to drive down there and take those away from you if you don’t start WRITING FUCKER.
"I’M WRITING I SWEAR!" he exclaims feverishly as he clicks reblog. Tumblr was no place for productivity and he knew that, but who could resist refreshing their dash just one more time?
At this rate, the lazy bastard’s Teddy Grahams wouldn’t last the night.
PLAY VIDEOGAMES OR WRITE/DRAW?
See also: waste three hours on tumblr or write?
Also see also: write the actual thing you’re supposed to be writing or that side project that’s just you goofing off and cackling manically for fifteen fucking pages.
I CAN’T MAKE CHOICES LIKE THIS.
Raine won’t voice chat with me because she’s afraid of me.
i can’t get in lifts with people because i have a sort of phobia of breathing in people’s breath
and when i got asked what was wrong by my law teacher (she thought i looked ill)
I had to fucking reply “I prefer people when they’re not breathing”
"nah it works just don’t touch it"
i even procrastinate sleep