#im puddle

[theridleysempire]

You're one of my favourite people ever ❤️

🥺🥺🥺 and you’re one of mineee. I’m really grateful for you and I appreciate you every single day. I hope you know that❤️ 

[allisondraste]

A bit shy to come off anon just yet, but I love your blog so much (so much love for Nate ❤️), and I jump in to wish you a happy birthday :D

I totally understand, and it means so much to me that you reached out at all. Thanks so much for the birthday wishes and for compliment! I’m so honored that you like my content! (I do love Nate, I cannot lie ♥️) I look forward to talking with you off of anon someday if you’re ever up to it. ☺️

[princeanduin]

i havent written a fiction piece in ages, so im beginning to become extremely bitter to writing. everything is essays and structure and i just kind of want to flow and wiggle and taunt and sink with beautiful words cascading around me

but all im good for is writing piss poor essays on history (even in english class)

[princeanduin]

The lights on your computer screen begin to flicker violently. Out of nowhere, an extremely off-putting whining noise begins to pour from your computer. The screen goes black before fading to the image of a familiar computer room bathed in soft yellow light. 

But something is odd. There's an unusual sound, one vaguely like molasses dripping onto a hard floor. You smack the edge of your computer screen, only to have the camera angle pan downwards. 

You can see tumblr user spencu sliding out of his chair onto the floor with a sickening squelch. It is too late. He has become a puddle, a useless splat on the floor.