This is where the stream of subconsciousness that is tumblr possesses my body and exits through my dirty, unwashed hands. Then it reenters the internet and goes back into your eyeballs. So basically I'm touching your eyeballs with my grubby fingers. Gross!
If this were a film, which it's not, and I were an experimental filmmaker, which I'm not really, then this would be the one made completely out of my own bodily fluids and dog feces etched painstakingly onto film. Enjoy!
I kinda like minivans, especially if they have those family stickers on the back.
i like minivans too! why would we want to prevent them? they’re so convenient. can put a lot of clothes and stuff in there and hold a lot of people and make your kids be quiet when you pop in a dvd and…..oh. i see what you did there.
Oh dear. I think I might be insane again. SPLENDID.
Your face defines me Little Richard. Yes internet. Look at that wide-eyed optimism. That hopeful grin. That is ME, the very essence of my soul, you’re looking at. If you judge, I will haunt you. Imagine my spectral presence in your closet. Maybe in your bed! Or in your cereal! Now wouldn’t that be nice?