Folks have got to understand that they probably aren't messed up by some Secret Big Trauma that they just can't remember; but rather by a million tiny microtraumas that they do mostly remember but don't even register as traumatic because nobody actually understood that these things would cause trauma, much less stack on each other over the years.
This is what happens when you’re still on tumblr as an adult, you start reblogging shit like this
heartbreaking:
girl has sooooooo many ambitions and ideas for projects but can only get 1.5 basic tasks done per day
this post was specifically made to call out the first 38,539 people who reblogged it, i made it for those people specifically. I'm glad most of those people knew this post was for them in particular and made with them in mind. However it has now reached its entire intended target audience and anyone else who thinks this post is targeted at them is merely reading too deep into a #relateable post. Sorry.
Me : I am writing this for myself and me only.
Me : but also if these three specific followers don't like it I have failed as a person
"I feel so normal about him" well I dont. move
"i cant wait to get home from work so i can do all that stuff i wanted to do"
when i get home from work:
*sees the icon of a mutual I literally never talk to* oh look it’s my Friend
somedays I’m Michael, somedays I’m Florida
☆ - ̗̀✨ He's just Ken ✨ ̖́- ☆
Spiny lobster feeding time! These guys are generally pole-fed since they're scattered all over their exhibit, but a few have learned that they get fast and easy food delivery by waltzing right to up to the feeder. That being said, it becomes more of a drive-thru window when you've got other hangry lobsters behind you!
i can always relate to a girl who wants to leave