one time i came off anesthetics in the hospital and i convinced myself that i didn’t exist outside of the internet and when they tried to get me to drink something i screamed ‘i’m just a blog’ at them and they made my mom come calm me down and for some reason they filled up a rubber glove with warm water to help with something idk but the nurse gave it to me and said ‘this is your boyfriend now’ and when they took it away i started crying
I’m still excited when I get a new follower.
I’m still happy when a post of mine actually gets notes.
And I still appreciate each and every one of you who continues to follow me no matter how silly, or annoying, or weird I am.
See? SOMEONE here knows how to treat a girl!
…Wait a second. There are totally ulterior motives at play here…
Yes Kyoga please do carry me to my bedroom where you can tuck me in and we can take turns reading to each other my favorite bedtime story about Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf…
"My what a big, long, wet tongue you have!"
"All the better to eat you with my dear…"
KYOOOGAAAAAA I’M WAITING FOR YOU
Depressing thought: in a 100 years almost everyone that’s alive now will be dead and the world will be inhabited by 10 billion or so completely new people.
not so depressing thought: maybe these new people will be less bigoted, sexist and racist.
Depressing thought: I won’t live to see that world.
Not so depressing thought: you can help to create that world.