May 2011
9 posts
Anonymous asked: If you fell in love with someone, would you move to another part of the country if it was what they wanted?
Anonymous asked: Possibly. I met you in a van down by the river.
Okay, maybe it was a stationwagon and a lake.
Okay, maybe it wasn't either of those.
Have I circle talked enough for your hint?
Okay, maybe it was a stationwagon and a lake.
Okay, maybe it wasn't either of those.
Have I circle talked enough for your hint?
Anonymous asked: Very true, but you will have to go off of hasty generalizations. I may or may not know you, this is something you will have to figure out. I am elated that you had a nice evening. With any luck, tomorrow will be the same. How is the weather over there where you are? It has been raining over here, but it isn't anything terrible.
Anonymous asked: Why thank you, sir. I'm grateful of that. Maybe one day I won't post anonymous, though I fear that will kill the fun in this.
How has your evening been? Anything exciting happen, other than stealing my lovely grandmother's plant stand?
How has your evening been? Anything exciting happen, other than stealing my lovely grandmother's plant stand?
Anonymous asked: Can I have it back please? My grandmother needs it to use as a plant stand.
Anonymous asked: Hello, can you please explain to me where my rocking chair is?
Rumblings From a Black Hole Heart
As I lay here, listening to the air get hammered by cheap speakers with equally terrible music, I think to myself for but a moment. The synapses fire in a momentary dazzling display of thought. At least, as much as I’m capable of giving about anything at the moment.
Actually, there are a million things going through my head right now.
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Retroactive Retrospective.
Do you ever feel like you’re stuck in a situation with someone, where you really really like them, but you’re so hilariously clueless about what to do that you really don’t know what steps to even take, if any?
I, for one, have. This is rather a hallmark of the constructs of being me. Strung together by minutae, you find all these great little things about a person. You...
Why...
Why is it that Tumblr has degraded into just being a social network where people repost gifs all the time? I seem to vaguely remember that there used to be intelligent blog-like entries on here.
Disappoint. All I see is a candy-coated regurgitation of American “culture”. Where are the thoughts, where are the emotions? Where are the people asking questions?
