#hmrsrmbl

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finally, a recording of my singing voice that I like - only took............... nine years. okay. yeah. fuck me.

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I love usernames. they're so. weird. sometimes you can tell what the person was going for, sometimes it's more obvious than they perhaps wanted it to be. sometimes you have no idea- until you start watching something with someone you usually wouldn't and all of a sudden Mister Blorbo From My Notifications is on screen and lots of little dots start to connect. like. oh. that's why he keeps reblogging cannibalism memes. what the fuck (or, depending on the meme: what the fuck 😳)

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I hate binge-watching things because I grew up with a television and very little else (obviously) - so now whenever I watch something for more than two hours straight, my brain latches on to the worst, most annoying character available in canon and decides to dedicate my every mannerism to the creation of the world's most miserable homunculus.

I can't listen to dark comedy because three hours in I'm convinced I'm funny and just so happen to have very interesting opinions.

Which, if this username is any indication, is a tad optimistic.

I have an interview tomorrow.

If it's longer than ten minutes, I'm fucked. If they laugh at a single joke, they're fucked.

Yay for whatever undiagnosed shit I have going on

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you know you've made it on tumblr when the stupidest post you could possibly make becomes incredible, actually, because your mutuals are fucking hilarious.

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I love seeing really detailed and well thought out tumblr posts that clearly took a lot of time to put together, and have all this passion for the subject — but not a singular source.

Paragraph upon paragraph of fascinating, fascinating stuff left completely and utterly sourceless.

Not even like, a name tucked in somewhere, or a date.

It's beautiful.

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i dont think people worry enough about their last thoughts. I mean, if there's nothing else after you're gone, and every person is just a miserable pile of experiences - the very last experience you'll have is, probably the most important to you. It's the last time you're ever going to be you

More important than "how do you want to die?" which, really only measures how much time any given person has spent thinking about the act - the question of "what do you want to be thinking about, when you die?" is a very direct assessment of their priorities and sensibilities

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would've thought stapling a personality together from some of the worst, most annoying characters i could find off outdated media from my childhood would have had some sort of impact on my life by now

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something about how the griddlehark kiss we got in NtN, was .. in a sense, meat loving meat. but that isn't what people wanted. that wasn't the point. meat isn't the point. silent discourse between stuffed rodents. a child's game. it didn't count.