Oakland, California

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@asleepybisexual
Oakland, California
proud victim of the tumblr accent. it's fading out of public consciousness as the tik tok accent takes precedence; a linguistic evolution that makes the tumblr accent 85% funnier to unsuspecting civilians. it's like releasing a disease on a non-inoculated population. coughing baby versus hydrogen bomb.
once my therapist said I used very uncommon and creative phrases and adjectives and i just did not have the heart to tell that Old Lady From A Foreign Small Town that I was translating tumblr speech into our language. so I was like yeah... must be from the books I read...
like girl we have an army of scholars over at tumblr.com crafting our language it's not just little old me I swear
I once called a colleague's Borzoi a beautiful Gentle Alien, assuming the term had long since become commonplace outside of Tumblr, and discovered when he burst into delighted laughter at the term that it Had Not. I had to explain to him that I'm not a comedy genius, just repeating a niche meme.
Me: "I am getting a good grade in patient, which is normal to want and possible to achive."
My Doctor: "Please stop that."
Me: "I want to get a good grade in therapy, which is normal to want and possible to achieve."
My Therapist: "So, how are your peeps on Tumblr doing?"
the unsuspecting bystander i've just TKO'd with some meme that's embedded itself in my everyday vocabulary: "I like your jokes!"
me: "thanks, i stole them from the internet"
Why is it easier and more comfortable to sit in a position that actively damages my joints than it is to just sit with okay posture. Why does my body crave its own destruction
they should invent an enough that is enough
i can’t remember if i wrote this about ocd or money or buddhism or doom scrolling or self image or time or grief
Leon wanting to have more time with his baby girl. That is all.
Surround yourself with stupid people that piss you off
tumblr.com
the author’s thinly veiled nothing #notwriting #straightupnotwritingit
very soon the entirety of the tumblr dashboard will be consumed by insane people being insufferable over AMC's interview with the vampire. fortunately i am one of those insane people
**Thows my favs into the backrooms like little lab rats in an experiment**
how daniel molloy feels after trying to conduct an accurate interview about vampires, but his subjects are louis de pointe du lack of information, lestat de lyingcourt, armanipulator, and claudead.
They day I won't reblog this...
This version of the progress flag legitimately looks so nice
Gilbert baker rainbow, huge intersex circle, the design is cluttered but in a good way 10/10
[ID: A version of the progress pride flag with a large purple intersex ring outlined in gold, looping through pink, blue, brown, and black chevrons on the side, which have a base of white. The horizontal stripes are: pink, red, orange, yellow, green, light blue, dark blue, and purple. End ID.]
It's happening the morphing into Ohio
Girls. That's the original image. We've come full circle. It's always just been the state of Ohio
Love when people accidentally recreate the meme like with the "fuck this post and happy birthday Sonic" one
The wizard hasn't heard from the knight for a long time. He breaks the rule of not leaving the tower and sets out to find the knight
Girl when I tell you my life flashed before my eyes
what if you told someone you liked their shoelaces while you were on your knees blowing them in a bathroom stall and they told you that they stole them from the president
You bitches really won’t let me catch a fucking break huh
still caring about internet friends you lost touch with years ago is so embarrassing. yeah i had a deam we met up irl recently. the last time we spoke was maybe 7-8 years ago. i still wear the laces we randomly decided was a sign of our friendship. i dont know what any of your socials are or if youre even active on any. sometimes i see someones art resemble yours and i wonder for hours. do you still go by that name you chose? whenever i see it i wonder if its you. we couldve passed each other in this vastness a thousand times and not have a clue.
we were lonely kids having fun together. do you remember?
ao3: "and at any second now" rating: T warnings: prinxiety, pots, internalized ableism, food, crying genre: hurt/comfort description: Roman and Virgil go on a little picnic date at the park (prompt "picnic" for @prinxietyweek , which i totally forgot about, whoops. also lyrics from ajj "body terror song")
I'm very sorry that you have to have a body One that will hurt you and be the subject of so much of your fear It will betray you, be used against you Then it will fail on you, my dear
Dread coils in every limb as Virgil gets dressed. They're supposed to have a picnic date today. The weather's projected to be warm, but not Death Valley levels, and there's supposed to be a light breeze. He's been looking forward to it for days.
And now, just getting dressed, Virgil feels like collapsing face first into his pillows and breathing in fabric for a while. His heart's racing, his head is swimming, nausea keeps surging up his throat, and despite still being half-naked, he's already hot and sweaty.
Roman's in the bathroom, so Virgil feels free to slip out their pulse oximeter, just to check. 135. Not the worst it's ever been, but it certainly matches the soup of symptom shittiness swirling around in Virgil's body.