What Do We Do If We Meet Non-tumblr People In The Wild And We Think Theyre Tumblr People And Try And

what do we do if we meet non-tumblr people in the wild and we think they’re tumblr people and try and identify with them and they look at us like we’re crazy?

like some kid told me he liked my shoelaces (they are pretty cool they’re rainbow and have beads on them) and i just- “thanks i stole them from the president” and he gave me the weirdest, most confused “wtf is this girl talking about is she on crack” look and kind of scooted his chair back over to his desk.

like, how do we avoid looking insane?

why is the predetermined meeting place for like school fights the flagpole? it’s so out in the open. like if i was set to duel someone who had wronged me i wouldn’t want to meet them at the flagpole that’s lame no i will meet you one of three places:

the catwalks so we can have an epic battle similar to Jack Sparrow and Will Turner

center stage, so i can monologue like hamilton (i would use this when there was not a high chance of me winning so i could go out dramatically).

a random hallway so i could scream and scare a few teachers

the side entrance that’s is not dissimilar to an alley, so i could fight the bulls like a newsie

OR the window in front of the principals office so that we wouldn’t actually have to fight i hate confrontation

I MEANT 31 I PROMISE I KNEW THERE WERE 21 DAYS IN JANUARY PROBABLY I THINK

i was today years old when i found out that there are 21 days in january.

how did i find this out?

did i check a calendar? book something on that tuesday and figure it out?

nope.

the milk carton told me.

sometimes it’s necessary to ruin your vocal chords screaming don’t blame me at the top of your lungs, ya know?

if you make a post and you don’t get the reaction you want, i have the perfect solution: create 57 different tumblr blogs and reply to your own post to make it feel like you have friends.