“really?” I say to inanimate objects that are not working like they usually do

“Stay.” I glare at inanimate objects that continuously fall over

“Thank you!” I say exhasperatedly to the inanimate objects when they do finally work right/stay put

“Sorry! I say to the table I bumped into

“SHHH” I say to the inanimate object that keeps making noise

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” I huff at the persistent kitchen timer.

'Dion. Please.'

“…use things to have good days.”

one of the core tenants of my philosophies as a human being is that there is nothing on the planet quite like a good video game

it is equally important to me that there is nothing on the planet quite like a bad video game, as long as it's also a good video game. this stuff is very complicated, and I wouldn't expect you to understand anyways.

honestly really sexy of tumblr to keep follower numbers private. how many people are following me? you'll never know unless I tell you. maybe it's a million, or a thousand, or five, or maybe it's just you. maybe you're the only one here, all by yourself, unable to see if there's anyone standing next to you.

and you'd never know, because status here is based on opinion and not numbers; how popular you think someone is is a vibes-only calculation, and besides the chronological algorithms-optional feed, it's genuinely the best thing tumblr's ever done.

every other social media site: here's how many followers this person has

tumblr:

ALT

YES. THIS.

*me reaping* i know i for sure did not sow this much no way all this was me

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but if you’re at a low point:

If you were a fictional man right now, there would be *at least* ten people if not a large portion of the fanbase that would call you their wet beast poor little meow meow