#i dont know how to feel about it

[ceeproductions]

a little San My update

[jessadamsdraws]

I was rewatching hercules and I thought bout something

The cloth that herc's mortal mom gives him here

That becomes his cape!

[linkedin-offficial]

im a little bit lost

without you

[krv1dgrvyrd]

Every single scene from The Great Gatsby (2013) feels like it's the start of a really weird porno

[ohhsaki]

on one hand i am so happy and proud of him that even after everything he is still chasing his dream but then also riize was his dream, also streets are saying that these pics are from riize's season greeting? i am loosing my fucking mind. like i have been waiting for him for a fucking month like what am i supposed to do now!??!

[elletromil]

As of today, i've been on tumblr for 15 years

[americanpsychopomp]

where i work we have a tv in the lobby that the employees are allowed to use to put on shows or movies sometimes. We of course use this for music mostly and since its a tv it means that my coworkers use music streaming services. This would be fine except about a year ago one of my coworkers signed into her amazon music account and never logged off understandably because she worker there.

Problem 1: she quit/got fired for stealing during the christmas rush which was over 6 months ago and while its been sort of funny using her account and wondering when shed realize she was logged in, this moves onto problem 2

Problem 2: Is it ethical to use a dead former coworkers amazon music?

[forcefemd]

like yeah i know my brain is why im like this!! im a very easy person to manipulate for whatever reason

[bluesquaress]

why did they make hangman moan for like a minute straight

[mrsbakashi]

so tumblr live is finally available for me.

[ashtraysystem]

🥾: oh my god. please dont tell me they are who i think they are?

?: 👁👁💧

[beelas-bees]

tumblr is doing this now..?

[faeofdusk]

Voltron is leaving Netflix?

Huh.

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[dancing-in-rot]

like leaves sorrow whips around empty car parks, plastic bags and rattling needles in cold winter evening. grey light poured out on everything, spilling over from gabriel & luke's cups.

Each howling day longer than the last until one endless night stretches out before you, wracked in cold and tears, all dead souls constant in council, in judgement, in situ.

drum machines, rolling rolling, hammering out beat on the pavement, nail heads driven into the curb; wailing preachers, communists, fascists all hang around the square, corner, alley alike. voices like arms akimbo, raised to heaven in prayer.

[konohoshis]

can bitches stop reopening wounds that i just started to heal, please? for my sake?