New blog post.

[Stupid addition to your new blog post. I should probably have written it in the tags, but here we are.]

I hope you know that I have actually read these tags and found them amusing

[Posting behaviour over the next 48 hours that signals a rise in self-esteem and in my general satisfaction with the tumblr experience]

I love you
Teamwork
Id?

having anxiety is like being given permanent unwanted custody of a halter arabian. like okay buddy is it panic time again. cool you probably need more exercise and an apple and then maybe you'll calm down.


thoroughly enjoying the notes on this post because it's equal parts people with anxiety going "yeah that's what it's like" and people with arabians going "yeah that's what they're like"
society is jumping the gun big time why the fuck are we developing AI and robots and shit brother we don't even have printers or vacuums that aren't dogshit CAN we dial it back
She let me hit it because I solved her riddles three
i think the aesthetic echo chamber created by tumblr is more dangerous than the political one bcs im self aware enough to kno my politics r radical but then me and the girlies are on here reblogging body horror and very weird erotic poetry and i get offline and interact w a real person and jokingly say something like fungus is tangibly divine in the way it facilitates the eternal dance of creation and destruction which is really creation as or by destruction and theyre like what the hell are you talking about freak. the aesthetic barrier between me and a girl in a vineyard vines tee is literally insurmountable. i find the trout to be a very nietzschean fish
But to me, he was the center of my universe.
It’s been one year since my bunny Miko passed away. Grief has never left me, but I think I learned to live with it. And just like I made loving him a part of my own person, I turned this grief into a continuation of the love he gave me.
Sleep well my little sun.
rose tyler / midnight