I Suddenly Find Myself Liking Deers A Lot

I suddenly find myself liking deers a lot

Night at the barracks

love it when my friends say "you would do numbers on Tumblr" buddy I am on Tumblr. and the number is 3

A plus of growing up? Genuinely not giving a care about things that used to irk me. Gossiping about me? Cool, I'm interesting to talk about. Ignoring me? Cool, I'm okay with boundaries and prefer reciprocal connections anyway. Staring at me? Cool, I'm interesting to look at. Underestimating me? Cool, I'll surprise you. Not inviting me? Cool, I enjoy my own company. I just love this quality of peace.

That feeling when you're reading the final pages of a chapter and you just know the last sentence will be a gut punch or go hard as fuck and you have to resist the urge to look at it immediately

thanks. please use big, bold, capital letters

putting a polaroid of you on my unhinged conspiracy board and linking you with a red string to a post it note that just says "gay"

when the original artist likes my horny post about their art i feel weirdly exposed. like god peered down through the clouds at me while i was reading smut or smth. pretty funny tho