me three years ago: i used to be such a faggot
me two years ago: i used to be such a faggot
me a year ago: i used to be such a faggot
me now: i used to be such a faggot
I want to be someone's favorite blog.
Parents: get off the computer
Me: excuse me, I'm a professional blogger have more respect
me : what did I even do before tumblr?
nasty-otter: anne hathaway elijah wood
me: hi mum
mum: YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING TO HELP AROUND THE HOUSE I'M WORKING ALL THE TIME AND YOU'RE JUST ON YOUR COMPUTER YOU NEED TO HELP ME LIFE IS HARD RIGHT NOW YOU DISGUST ME YOU'RE NOT MY CHILD ANYMORE WHAT HAVE YOU TURNED INTO IT'S THE INTERNET IT'S CHANGED YOU YOU NEED TO GO OUT MORE WHY DON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME I GIVE YOU EVERYTHING ALL I ASK FOR IS SOME RESPECT
My favorite deep thought is: After you die, it is believed that you have 7 minutes of brain activity left inside you, and in the 7 minutes you experience your entire life over, in a kind of dream… Because in a dream time is stretched. So if this is the case, what if right now you’re in that 7 minutes. How do you know if you’re alive or just reliving old memories. Mind fucking. I love it.