Off his rocker he’s off his rocker, please Mr. officer I only had some vodka, little marijuana, just a few Vicodin, only reefer surfin out here while I’m driving
I do write a lot and I guess I have written three books at this point but I still just.. I don’t consider myself a writer I really don’t. It’s far too personal. I can consider myself an artist easily because I was raised alongside it, it was a fact of my life just like the fridge in the kitchen was. It was just something you do. And I’ve always shown people my art, which is how I know to be confident in it, but I almost never share my writing. Becose what if it sucks then I would have to go to hell for a million billion years.
I really genuinely like this site and it’s original layout and premise. I like custom themes. I like mobile themes. I like how posting works. I like how tag search works. I like sending and receiving asks. I like how you can make your blog whatever the hell you want. I like this fucking platform and for some reason staff is vigorously sawing their limbs off like they have to but they’re in the middle of a grocery store and everyone there is going “why the hell are you doing that?” and staff cries “you all want me to”
Worst part about this is I’ve only ever used that yellow square emoji once and it was just to see how it looked. This isn’t who I am. However, in retrospect, I suppose it is
Reading through the notes is a surreal experience please keep adding more to fuel my effervescent consumption of non descriptive emojis
this really is the funniest website since 2000 followers roughly equates to 5 notes as your floor on any given post. 30 if you’ve said something wretched.
