I love when you go on a date with someone and you’re like. well that was neither wonderful nor horrendous. You seem Fine. I’m sure if this was the 18th century and we were gentry arranged married to secure our fathers respective land interests we would care for each other in our way. you would buy me nice horses that I really had no interest in but would admire how gentle you were with them and when I died in labor during my third pregnancy you would tell our surviving heirs that their mother was a handsome woman who never drank too much and embarrassed herself in company
“No matter how attractive a person’s potential may be, you have to date their reality.”
— Mandy Hale
AGHH???
This is NOT A DRILL!!!
“Before you ask why someone hates you, ask yourself why you even care.”
— Tiffany Alvord
Whenever my mom, or any of my parents/grandparents ask me to do something I am embarrassed to do, such as taking a picture in front of a tourist spot, singing karaoke, etc., I remember a post I encountered. It speaks of the fact that my parents/grandparents are also living life for the first time. That they want me to experience things they might not have experienced during their youths, and that just stuck with me. They are allowed to be excited.
I am alive. That is all.
My raw materials: -Light -Time -Words Untouchable, but they touch.
These two's friendship is unhinged (affectionate)
There is a secret callsign for [tumblr] users.
If you spot a wild [tumblr] human in the wild, you must tell them this phrase:
"I like your shoelaces."
The appropriate reverse-call, if you hear this phrase, goes thusly:
"Thanks! I stole them from the president."
I'm paying literal actual money for you to see this, so don't let it be in vain. Use this phrase everywhere.
do I exist because I exist? or I exist only because I exist?