@waterxhyacinth - Tumblr Blog

You could never comprehend how difficult life is for my Tumblr mutuals. Not a single one of them is going to make it, but they still log on and manage to fake a smile a decent percentage of the time. That they even perform basic tasks like respirating and seeking shelter is an honest to God miracle.

mavigation

that feeling when your laundry comes out of the dryer damp

runawaymarbles

I do think it's kind of funny when plot summaries are like "character A encounters the last person they expected...their ex." Idk about you guys I'd be less surprised if my new coworker/roommate/random dance partner was my ex than I would if it was, like, Megawati Sukarnoputri the first woman president of Indonesia.

runawaymarbles

Any of my exes could plausibly attend the same conference as me. But I'd be really surprised to encounter former US Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice

shakibone

Which of these would surprise you more to find on the doorstep?

Your ex

Megawati Sukarnoputri, the first woman president of Indonesia

Voting ended onApr 28

sqbr

This poll is ambiguous if you (a) Don't have an ex or (b) Are Egyptian diplomat Hassan Gamal Ahmad Hassan, whose marriage to Megawati Sukarnoputri was anulled in 1972.

onceiwashere

“does this character eat pussy” poll and it’s your full name first middle and last under an unflattering candid picture of you having a bad experience at the grocery store

apoemaday

You're

by Sylvia Plath

Clownlike, happiest on your hands, Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled, Gilled like a fish. A common-sense Thumbs-down on the dodo’s mode. Wrapped up in yourself like a spool, Trawling your dark as owls do. Mute as a turnip from the Fourth Of July to All Fools’ Day, O high-riser, my little loaf.

Vague as fog and looked for like mail. Farther off than Australia. Bent-backed Atlas, our traveled prawn. Snug as a bud and at home Like a sprat in a pickle jug. A creel of eels, all ripples. Jumpy as a Mexican bean. Right, like a well-done sum. A clean slate, with your own face on.

trinitysantosdoesnowrong

The crazy thing about the Pitt is that there are like five Chekhov’s guns and they are shooting different mirrors and bouncing off them all around that damn hospital and they all are going to hit Robby in the head.

karrakazz

everyone is meeting me in the grotto

karrakazz

exeggcute

why would you want to structure your life around an Academic Aesthetic. academia fucking sucks dude

exeggcute

in five years when all the liberal arts college students obsessed with skinny-tweed-and-glasses aesthetic graduate and enter the workforce we’re gonna see a horrific transition from dark academia to corporatecore