March 2012
wake up: exhausted
12 am: exhausted
3 pm: fucking exhausted
5 pm: really fucking exhausted
7 pm: about to pass out
bed time: the energy of 5 million condensed suns
I'm not Tumblr famous.
Getting asks isn’t a regular thing, I still smile when I see Messages (1).
People don’t reblog me ASAP. Sure, I get reblogged 20 or 30 notes, if I’m lucky.
I don’t get asked for pictures of me.
People don’t ask me for requests.
I don’t have alot to offer.
most of my blog is 99.9% reblogs
i LOVE every little follower of mine
5 tags
Sometimes I eat food.
And it looks so delicious that before I eat it, I think,
“Man, I wish I had a fancy camera so I could take a picture of this and upload it to Tumblr. It would get so many notes.”
But I don’t have a fancy camera, so I just devour it.
