I always feel like I should apologize for my personal posts, but then I realize that I have Ultimate Blog Power. I can write an essay about how sad I am and then post ten pictures of dogs rollerblading. You can’t stop me.
tumblr is like this:
we should be like this:
why would a cool jock like me want to get along with nerds?
dwayne “the rock” johnson shows up at my bed in the hospital, smiling somewhat awkwardly, trying to comfort me. after a long inhale, and a longer sigh, he walks directly up to me and gently holds my shoulder, whispering softly “wrestling isn’t real.” i flatline immediately
I had to stop watching Gambit/Roccat. Seeing one of my favourite teams like that was hard. I don’t even mind if they’re good games which they lose but these are just massacres.