I Think Im So Funny

I feel bad for my parents

me: "everyone should watch hannibal it's been so good for me!! i literally got over a breakup with it!!!"

narrator: "This, was a lie. She, in fact, has not gotten over a break-up that wasn't a real break-up from six months ago, but rather has only been stuck in a depressive cycle where she has superimposed herself and the other person onto hannibal and will. While this started out as her being will and the other hannibal, time and social isolation have led her down the path of identifying with hannibal. she is not doing well. the only thing she was right about was watching hannibal. everyone should watch hannibal."

*shows me rocking back and forth on the ground, sweating profusely and murmuring under my breath "I gave you a rare gift, but you didn;t want it" over and over again*

going from pinterest to tumblr felt like going from therapy to a mental hospital but in a good way 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

FOCUS ON THE BIBLE. STOP REBLOGGING MUPPET SEX. FOCUS ON THE BIBLE. STOP REBLOGGING MUPPET SEX. FOCUS ON THE BIBLE. STOP REBLOGGING MUPPET SEX.

me writing my essays on feminism and Cars 2006

it's not glamorous, but it's also not honest work, and nobody needs to do it

This and mystery meat 💕💕❤️🎀🎀🪽💕❤️☺️☺️☺️🤭🥰😘

I saw a picture that said “life got so dark I stopped doing a British accent” and I thought “lol not me though” but then I realized I haven’t done a fake British accent since I left her and everything does actually suck

Ok, but how do Will and Hannibal, like, LIVE together? It's not all fucking and recreational murder.

Like, Hannibal obviously cooks and Will obviously does yard work. Who does the general housekeeping? Hannibal will want to hire someone and Will will be like 'I REFUSE TO HAVE A STRANGER TOUCHING ALL MY STUFF >:('

And then Hannibal will be like 'I'll touch ur sTuFf', but in a weird, Hannibal Way like 'Is it a matter of pride or a safe guard against intimacy? What is a home but an extension of our selves, even our very bodies? Have we not, through our cohabitation, the mingling of our material lives, become more intimate than a simple sweep and dust could ever approach? Tell me, Will, what dust and detritus has settled into the cracks of your being that we, together, have not unearthed into the light?'

And then Will would be like 'I'm going to kill you with knives and hammers, you pretentious fuck.'

And then they have sex on the kitchen floor.

What the fuck was I talking about.

Is Tumblr just escapism from my shitty fucked up life of substance abuse and yearning

I love them