When I Get In Bed I Feel My Back Become Free Of The Weight It Carries

id be a muppet of a man

"if tumblr dies you can find me on bluesky" "if tumblr dies you can find me on Instagram" if tumblr dies you cannot find me. It's over. I'm free.

i know the last thing ive done is reblog a horse plush but im not still dying i just havent had an original thought lately

HE DIED

i met my son today his name is dingle weezer and he is pregnant

and what if i didnt have the sniffles

if i postpone my oncoming crisis enough i could avert it with the fifth mainia episode this week :D

mentally taking a drag of my mental cigarette because I don’t smoke but life has been very smokable lately

the juxtaposition of my fluffy wuffy pj pants to the tshirt that rides up so high im practically shirtless

im actually quite enamored with the idea of living through an apocolypse, and considering how im the utmost unbothered by most happenings because i regularly hallucinate, im faring better than most should be,, luckily shits been going downhill for a while or people might be reacting like a medieval peasent to a nintindo switch

oh what a time to be american

i like adding secret meaning to my words-- like how neurotypical people do it