Stages of posting:
1) this is my CHILD. Every like is an electric shock that keeps my heart beating, every reblog must be framed to show the kids
2) this post is the family disappointment who will never reach the success of old times. Also why do I crave validation. Who hurt me in my past life
3) should I even ask people to look at this?? What am I doing. Self reblogging. In this economy. Shame!! Shame on op for thousands of years!!
4) i do not know this post, officer. It wasn’t me
5) *weeks later* I don’t remember posting this but fuck yeah I’m hilarious/talented/amazing. Go me













