My Bullshit - Tumblr Posts
Some days I have not any spoons at all. Not one spoon. But then I see the Tremendous Pile of Shit I must do and i manipulate myself, I think so hard that spoons appear. Brittle and inconsistent but hey it's a spoon so I take advantage of that even though it's not a real spoon it's a figment-of-my-imagination spoon. Invented by my hyper weirdo brain. Some days it's easier to imagine my spoons. Or maybe I do have spoons and maybe I don't understand the analogy. Maybe I do have spoons and I can't see them. Or maybe I'm telling myself that to convince myself I have spoons.
I don't know, the spoon analogy got me thinking in depth like. Socrates shit
Every day I find a new clue that gets me closer and closer to proving my theory that I cannot in fact read.
Why tf can’t I edit the posts I just posted but I can edit everything else I even restarted my dang phone. Like wtf. It’s never done this to me before and it’s pissing me off.
Edit: SEE WTF ITS JUST THREE POSTS THAT WONT LET ME I EVEN RE-DID IT LIKE THREE TIMES
tool tip when taking a bong rip make sure to blow the smoke at ur computer so all ur friends inside can get high too
i think i should get ordained i think it would be pretty sick being able to marry people but like not in the priest way more the vegas regret in 2 days way
scientists at the south pole should eat a really hot wing outside and see how much the cold air helps
i wanna go to one of those asian countries with the beast ass 711s with the edible food
i mean like don't get me wrong i love buffalo chicken taquitos that have been rolling for 5 days and sneezed on at the very least 2-3 times as much as the next guy but like have y'all seen the singaporean 711s my god dude that food looks like it smacks so fucking hard
fuck you im teaching myself how to dougie
fuck bro the soul of this shit is fucking punching me in the throat on the way down to my lungs