They Were Given To Me.

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First Anon

Ugh, not another one of you cultists. I have no interest in any "weird news".

Hear me out: Ford Pines

Your "hear me out" is a married man. I find that difficult to believe. Try again.

My phone isn't the issue, Tumblr is the issue! Unless that little blue freak is trying to hack my account again.

For the past 10 hours, my notifications have been stuck on a minimum of four. I keep checking. There's nothing else to see there. But it keeps telling me I have four notifications. I've checked my asks, messages, cleared my cache (which took embarrassingly long), and signed out and signed back in. Nothing is working. I'm tweaking.

This is beautiful.

hear me out: the angel from the amazing digital circus

I have no idea who that is. One moment.

Hearing you out. Hearing you out so hard my ears are bleeding.

I did no such thing! I can't even afford my own medication!

Love u♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Meet Jeff the balloon! I'm high. I took pills.

JEFF LOOKS LIKE A VERY NICE BALLOON . ALSO PLEASE DON ' T TAKE TOO MANY OF THOSE . I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH .

My husband might wanna take your heart out, all because I complimented you. Run. (Don't ask why I made this anonymous u know who I am)

I know exactly who you are. I am lost as to why you would compliment me, seeing as you and your husband hate me, but I am going to keep my heart inside of my chest for the time being. I'm certain your husband would have no use for it, considering it needs assistance just to work correctly.

They took him in the divorce. Then he married a raccoon.

*sigh* I miss my wife, Stanley. I miss him a lot. I'll be back.

I just realized something. And of course this would happen. But Stanley won the Tumblr competition. On weed day. He swears up and down that he doesn't smoke weed, but considering how rank his bedroom smells, I'd say this makes perfect sense.

Happy weed day, Stanley.

My hair is curly. I'd say about 2c, maybe even more if I actually spent time doing one of those ridiculous hair routines.

Stanley keeps telling me that my hair isn't fluffy, it's actually curly and I'm just "not taking care of it". I said that wouldn't make sense, because almost no one else in our family has curly hair. We all have fluffy, unkempt hair. He said to just try washing my hair without aggressively brushing it out afterwards, "and even if it doesn't work, just do it to prove me wrong".

I am going to wash my hair, and I'll come back to tell you all when it inevitably turns out to just be a fluffy mess again.

What was your first word, and when did you say it? I'll start.

When I was around six/seven months old, I said my first word, which was "Hello". My mother had phone calls with people frequently since it was her entire job, and I was holding my hand up to my head and pretending to be on the phone.