hello, customer service? i would like to dial back from the levels of mackle i’m currently experiencing. i want mackleless, or macklenone, instead of macklemore.
when chris evans grabs his left boob in public, it’s fine! it’s adorable!
but when i grab my left boob in public, suddenly it’s weird and uncomfortable?
GET IT TOGETHER, PEOPLE.
my followers are jumping ship increasingly lately. but no hard feelings, guys: i know my blog is not for everyone. i have unfollowed approximately a zillion people during my three-year tumblr residence based on fluctuating interests. if you ever want to unfollow me for any reason, i won’t be offended.
unless you send me a message like “YOU ARE THE WORST, YOUR BLOG IS THE WORST, YOUR FRIENDS ARE THE WORST, YOUR FAMILY IS THE WORST, I AM UNFOLLOWING YOU SPECIFICALLY TO OFFEND YOU.” then i’ll probably be offended.
ugh i want to read more comics but i lack the mad ca$h necessary to buy them.
trying to finish writing a paper but the song i chose to analyze keeps making me too emotional
(it’s this song btw)
edit: ACTUAL TEARS WHILE WRITING THIS ESSAY, why did i pick this song to analyze, i am a sentimental dolt
Another heads-up, since I’ve been seeing that Kings masterpost going around lately and a lot of renewed interest in the series— Kings involves some pretty intense homophobia/parental abuse stuff, which you might be already aware of in the context of Sebastian Stan crying and looking pretty but is definitely worth a warning imo.
TRUE. be aware, friends.