"theyre giving he man pronouns" is one of the funniest things ive heard recently. i cant stop thinking about it. he man. the man with a pronoun in his name. he. theyre giving he man pronouns. incredible

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"theyre giving he man pronouns" is one of the funniest things ive heard recently. i cant stop thinking about it. he man. the man with a pronoun in his name. he. theyre giving he man pronouns. incredible
everything is so irritating
lgbt stands for lohn gaul beorge and tingo
pictures of patrick where you can only see like half of his face.....hello
What REAL superheroes do
he is blogging
I really enjoyed dispatch I'm probs gonna play it through repeatedly until I find something else to take over my life but I have some things to say!!!!!
spoilers kinda!!!
no lights, no music 💥
‘Please draw Flambae with a little Italian Greyhound. He would totally have one’ i see your vision… ☕️
sits on my own blog like it’s the edge of a lake wistfully
skips a stone over a few posts
So like an hour ago I just lear🪨︵︵ned that— what the fuck was that. Someone just skipped a rock across my post did you see that
Yes!
online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
my blog is a safe space for me. the rest of you are in danger i think