Shouting Into The Void - Tumblr Posts
Genuinely how do n$F₩ creators manage to get any sort of engagement and following on here?? My artwork only gets 2-3 likes and it's really bumming me out. I'm trying to stretch out my arms and have good platforms to fall back on. I'm so sick of Xitter suppressing my posts.
i am freed from the shackles of education and am once again able to do more silly things
NEVER MIND ITS TEN FUCKING THIRTY
gonna go wrap myself in a blanket and think about fictional characters cuddling
this close to making a post saying “here’s the refs for arti and Saint in to find warmth” and it’s just two blobs of color with no discernible features
are they cats, are they rats, are they ferrets, are they weasels, who knows!! i certainly don’t >:\
to put it bluntly, I got discord cuz my friends wanted me to and used the same profile picture I’m using now. so what did I name myself?
Snek with Gun. Obviously.
after I stopped liking that (and got tired of editing it for platforms that wouldn’t let me type gun lol) I wanted to do something similar with one of my interests. shadysnake, rainysnake, snakesnake, the works. I settled on IndieSnake bcuz the term “indie” defines like… half my personality.
Starting a Chain
Tell me why you chose your username and how you came up with it.
I’ll go first, when I was 11 I wanted to be a YouTuber (originally a cuber) and I came up with the name Type1UniWolf, because a 100 in diabetics language is called a unicorn.
Then I got into Wings of Fire, and had to replace the ‘uni’ with ‘Dragon’ and honestly now it sounds a lot cooler, and rolls off the tongue better.
Then I got Spotify, Tumblr, Pinterest, Magma, all that jazz and the name has just become me main name now lol
Tagging: ANYONE can join bc I don’t know who to tag ha-ha…
That unique queer feel when you discover that a significant portion of a friend group has fucked(or does so on a regular basis) and you’ve never been invited 🥲
It isn’t a problem - it doesn’t impact my relationships with any of those people - but it still feels bad and I should acknowledge that instead of trying to bury it in how I “should” feel. It’s not even about the sex, honestly, but the feeling of not being included in something that my friends share with each other in my absence. Like am I killing a vibe by being in the room since y’all could be fooling around if I wasn’t?
It helps to refocus on the joy I get from my interactions with all those folks, I certainly don’t feel any *less* loved, but I’m prone to worrying about being on the periphery of friend groups- second choice but never first for reasons I don’t fully understand. It digs at some deep-rooted insecurities 🙃
I did another edward drawing, not really sorry. But I am sorry about drawing the wrong arm.
If we were in a shoujo manga
We would have been together
After a long story and a few aria
There would have been an ever after
Alas we are in real life
Among it a real knife
Cut down our relation
In the heart of the nation
How do you decide if you're sexually attracted to someone or just fucking horny!
I saw a picture of an old iPhone with a home button and suddenly realized that I miss the home button and now I’m having this sort of visceral reaction where if I don’t get to click a home button right this second I’m going to go feral
The way I cook is pure chaos and it usually errs on the good side of mediocre, but for some reason the rule does not apply when I try to make pasta sauce (without diligently following a recipe)
Of the times I can remember:
— I once made a lovely delicious sauce while slightly out of it (there may or may not have been impulsive tequila involved) which needed to be thickened slightly, one thing led to another and it turned into a solid block of flavorless rubber
— One time I tried to make a pesto sauce from approximately scratch and I don’t remember what exactly I put in it, all I know is I kept adding things to try and fix it and it ended up so bad I had to just pour the whole of it out
— A few days ago, I had an idea to add asparagus to a jar of pesto, I managed to choke down all of the pasta, but it tasted like pure asparagus piss sauce
— I took the leftovers of that sauce today and seasoned the fuck out of them to try and fix it, unfortunately I thought they needed an acid and I decided to add a smidge of vinegar which turned into probably like a whole tablespoon because I poured straight from the bottle and now I covered one bad flavor with another and it’s now salt and vinegar flavored asparagus piss sauce
Just got so worked up over fakeclaimer I remembered who I was for the first time in a week cuz damn if there's anyone who can write a paragraph and a half when I meant to write a sentence or two, it's me -Emilia
I am a burnt out Millinial who wore out their gender identity to the point of neutrality. Also, I am anemic to the point I am almost trans-parent! Hahaaaaa
I continue to wear femininity like a uniform because it's just low-risk spy work at this point. It's camaflouge for when I suck the gender and marrow from your bones. You'll never see me coming.
Hello Tumblr, I have arrived to this hellsite to scream into the void.
Ok here I go:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHAAAAHHAA
Thank you for your time, see you tomorrow.
i need to start working out n cleaning up more but i’m exhausted all the time 😔
