at times when hope is too big of a thing to have, curiosity (even clinical or small) is a very good placeholder
asking myself “why continue” & finding the answer is always, in some form, “i want to know what happens next”, even if that want is tired or detached or outright morbid
I want to take a dollar bill and write “are you Misha Collins” on it and maybe one day it’ll end up in his hands and he’d be the one mind fucked for once
the journey has begun…
DOING THIS ON EVERY DOLLAR I COME ACROSS
Like I said
fandom will take over american currency
i cannot wait til he gets one and tweets about it omfg
It’s not illegal to deface American currency actually!!
It’s illegal to deface it in a manner that makes the money unusable (shredding/burning etc) but you can write stuff on money or draw a mustache on George Washington to your heart’s content.
When I worked at a bank I got all sorts of bills with weird shit on them, from “fuck trump” to “for a good time call”. They all went in the vault- still totally useable and therefore not illegal :)
It’s not illegal
to deface American
currency actually!!
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
“This person sold their soul to you fair and square,” said the incredulous angel to the demon. “Why are you petitioning for them to enter heaven?” “Because after everything they did with what I gave them, they deserve to.”
Do you ever eat popcorn out of the palm of your own hand with such ardent desperation that you feel like both a wild horse and the gentle schoolgirl feeding it treats to gain its affection
Hey there guys. It’s me, in 2022, commenting on this post from 2016. There’s been a lot of people on this site lately being like “oooh no don’t make viral uwu I’m so pathetic, little, and defenseless and my poor notifications can’t handle 10k reblogs” well first of all ALL of us are pathetic, little, and defenseless and secondly none of our notifications can handle 10k reblogs and thirdly I’m not a coward and I think this should have a million notes. Not because of its own merit as a post, I just think it’d be funny if when I turn 30 this year and I reflect on the greatest accomplishments of my life thus far, I have to at least consider putting “famous tumblr popcorn post” on the list
Hey there guys. It’s me, in 2023, in May specifically, I’m 30 and for the record it rules, I had a lil aging crisis and now I’m past that and I’m just like goddamn it is great being in my thirties and I had a wonderful birthday NO THANKS TO YOU GUYS
actually, much thanks to you guys. Some of you were inspiringly crazy about this post. Frankly you worked harder for this than I did, and your efforts were touching and inspiring and funny and yet we STILL FAILED. GUYS WE GOTTA PUT OUR EYES BACK ON THE BALL. We have ehhh about six months before I turn the big three-one, which is actually the most important birthday because now you’re in your thirties For Real, and I personally can’t think of a better way to ring in my 31st year of life than by trying and failing to do something that I was hoping to knock out in my twenties.
Good luck, kiddo
Are you satisfied, op? When will it be enough?
I feel I couldn’t have been clearer about the number at which this will be enough
You guys I had this whole fucking bit planned. I was gonna pathetically beg for notes for months. It was gonna be a whole progressively building thing. But you guys were, and I say this with complete affection, so fucking annoying to me personally and to everyone who follows you. Again, I really phoned this in. Some of you guys were just like “what if I replied every letter of the alphabet one at a time and then did it again.” And then reblogged it 30 times. That’s so much work to make some numbers go up and again so annoying to so many people. You all should be proud. I did literally ask for this. Your weird level of work made me feel connected to a sea of strangers who wanted me to succeed but also, and again I say this with affection and love, annoyed me deeply along the way.
I am bold, daring and fearless, I make no effort to stand out from the crowd, this sort of thing comes naturally to me. I am the pattern on a plain canvas from which excitement springs. I am guilty of being different and make no effort to change. I am basically like Neo from the Matrix. That's what I like to believe, anyway. In the real world, I am yet another teenager with her head in her phone who loves making pretentious philosophical observations about the world in her notebook. Voted Most Likely to be Caught Off-Guard When Asked to Describe Herself.
