bo en is an electronic music from london who has been making video game music for years now, but just recently has moved into the realm of pop. his music is the kind of thing that’s only really easy to describe using metaphors, so ill attempt one right now:
think of the happiest moment in…
|straight people:||WHY CANT YOU LEAVE US ALONE WHY DONT YOU APPRECIATE YOUR ALLIES TUMBLRS ATTITUDE IS SO TOXIC IM LEAVING IM DELETING MY BLOG I CANT DEAL WITH THE HARSH CLIMATE OF THIS WEBSITE IM GOING BACK TO REAL LIFE WHERE MY QUEER FRIENDS LET ME BE AS OBNOXIOUS AS I WANT BECAUSE THEYRE AFRAID TO SAY ANYTHING TO CONTRADICT ME|
Every year, Sweden has a music festival called Melodifestivalen. This is how ABBA got famous. Usually, if you win the Sweden-centered music competition, you’ll get to go to Eurovision which is the Europe-wide music competition. Sweden won two years ago.
The best part is this picture.
Melodifestivalen = The melody festival.
Melodifest i valen = The melody party in the whale.
what u should be asking trans ppl: “how was ur day” “where did u buy that rly cute shirt” “damn how did you get ur hair to look that good” “why is no one acknowledging the whole dinosaurs having feathers thing” “whats ur opinion on pluto losing its planet status”
what ur wasting ur time asking trans ppl: “whats ur real name" "have u had surgery… down there…" "r u rly a boy/girl" "what does cis mean" "why do you hate cis ppl"
gonna combine the last few posts i just made & deleted into one concise post here
i keep seeing this trend in basically every community im a part of where people seemingly can’t enjoy things without some level of sarcasm or irony permeating it, and that bugs me a lot!! there’s been this shift…
I apologize for disappearing.
It’s been a tough fiscal year for me, psychologically.
I wish I had known I would be absorbed into the aether like that. I consider all of my tumblr friends as important as the friends I see every day, and I feel I’ve betrayed you by repeatedly disappearing.
Here’s a formal apology, I guess. I abandoned everyone with no notice, and for that, I am sorry.
Goodbye again. Not for too long, I hope.
"asexuals don’t actually exist outside of tumblr!"
i look down at myself. startled, i see nothing. i do not, in fact, exist! my entire life, every social interaction, is a lie. all i am is in cyberspace. i am part of the void. only now, with the truth at last, i have become sentient.
i am aware.
and i am watching.
i hate when men complain about women’s body hair, even like the fine hair on their backs. go fuck a shark if you wanna have sex with something hairless
wouldn’t that make the shark a
This post got weird
casual reminder that wasabi graters are traditionally dried slabs of sharkskin!
Oh yeah, I’m not dead. Just overwhelmed. I’m probably going to wean myself off the internet a bit more, even.