Can Someone Invent A Type Of Letting Go That Actually Feels Good Instead Of Feeling Like Your Soul Is

me: hmm, tumblr has a lot of issues and a lot of places are calling it a “dying social media site,” maybe I should switch

me: *tries to use different social media with character limits, lack of anonymity, and posts in non-chronological order*

People who drive small cars in the US have balls of steel. (Here'a my car compared to the sort of pickups I see every day) (website is carsized.com)

The American method to car safety really is My Car is Bigger So It Wins The Crash.

And people drive these things like fucking maniacs. Every time I get behind the wheel I need to get into the headspace that literally everyone on the road is out to kill me. The lack of airbags combined with the fact everyone's driving fucking tanks at 60mph means I can kiss the world goodbye if I get into a wreck. If I disappear, assume I was plowed by Brad in his Ram 2500 while he was distracted stuffing a burger in his face.

was she, yknow, obssessed with the goddess artemis at a young age?

no wonder everyone in the seventies was off the shits. can you imagine living in a time when abba was releasing music? imagine turning on the radio and hearing ABBA’S NEW SONG. i wouldn’t know what to do with myself

A comic about dreamers

[emerging from the hozier song covered in blood] anyway,

*takes off my leather jacket to reveal a second, secret leather jacket underneath*