Thought I'd post a pic that didn't have a Snapchat filter on it 😂
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@anonymouslyamouse
Thought I'd post a pic that didn't have a Snapchat filter on it 😂
If only I could have animal ears in real life 😂
Who am I to you? Anonymously leave a fruit or two in my inbox.
Apple: I haven't really taken notice of you so far.
Honeydew: You fascinate me.
Banana: You annoy me.
Mullberry: Mostly I tolerate you on my dash.
Cherry: You make me uncomfortable.
Orange: I love your blog, but I'm not very interested in you personally.
Grapefruit: I don't care so much for your blog, but I'm rather interested in you as a person.
Kiwi: Love your blog, equally interested in you as a person.
Pineapple: I think about you even when I'm not on tumblr.
Rasberry: I'm not even aware I'm re-blogging from you when I do.
Strawberry: I wasn't even aware I was following you. How did that happen?
Mango: I wouldn't mind talking to you if you ever messaged me, but it's not that big of a deal to me.
Apple: I would really like to talk to you, but I never will initiate it.
Guava: I have no interest in talking with you on here.
Blueberry: Sometimes, I like and re-blog posts from you just to get your attention.
Cantaloupe: I often avoid liking and re-blogging your post so I don't draw your attention.
Watermelon: I'm not very interested in you or your blog, I'm just too lazy to unfollow you.
Elderberry: I've anon-ed you something personal before.
Pumpkin: I've anon-ed you a compliment before.
Kumquat: I've anon-ed you hate before.
Lemon: Never anon-ed you before, probably won't again.
Lime: We've never talked and I prefer to keep it that way.
Papaya: We used to talk but we don't anymore and that makes me sad.
Rhubarb: We used to talk and we don't anymore and I prefer it that way.
Tangerine: We talk on here sometimes and I want it to continue.
Plum: Meh.
Throwback to last Friday when I was definitely feeling my outfit
I just want a relationship with someone who loves me the same amount that I love my dog
aaronjohnnson:
I invested too much time and effort into this site I should have picked YouTube or Vine, Tumblr ain’t getting me on the red carpet or on television
i was on the train and 3 drunk girls saw me and said i had nice brown eyes so they sang “brown eyed girl” to me
I threw up at a frat party and I was crying in the bathroom and a drunk girl went upstairs to get me a shirt and came back with a sweater and a kitten.
At the last party I went to three drunk girls fishtail braided my hair by committee
a drunk girl drew an eye on the back of my hand and then patted it with satisfaction and whispered “count olaf”
once at a barbecue a drunk girl gave the surgical scar on my shoulder a butterfly kiss and said “you’re cured”
A drunk girl at a bar I was at became worried that I wasn’t getting enough nutrition and proceeded to hold peanuts to my lips and just keep saying “peanut peanut” until I would eat it. And after I allowed her to feed me a peanut she pet my hair and said “Thank you”.
Drunk girls, saving your life one wtf at a time.
one time a drunk girl started crying because she said she loved my eyebrows so much
Can we spend a day together? Just you and me?
(via picsandquotes)
Russell brand is actually woke af
I love the tone of voice this was written in
Wanderer by photographer Tiina Törmänen.
i never wash my brushes but who rly cares