#blah blah blee

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a little update: i finished my degree, i'm working and i may have a little time during the afternoons so ...

♡ this for me to go through your your open starters!

[sirfetchd]

we're home as long as we're together

[childofthestone]

picking up this game is just neverending "dont caaare. wheres solas" and then the solas scenes also sorta suck(less so than the rest of the game) but gareth david lloyd is constantly EATING

[shelfperson]

i love listening to music in languages i don’t understand like idk What this bitch is saying but it Fucks Severely

[thegreatimpersonator]

ur so real btw

it's hard out here for a real bitch but someones gotta do it

[be-with-me-so-happily]

What is it about Sundays that makes it feel like 3pm most of the day. Or is that just a "me" thing???

[baldurspeen69420]

I've been a posting machine lately I don't know what's gotten into me. Feeling so stupidly chatty. Maybe it's because I'm procrastinating on my finals.

Anyway friends and followers since Spotify wrapped has dropped tell me your top three favorite songs

I'll go first:

Creep (Acoustic Vers.) - Radiohead

Michael - Franz Ferdinand

Crumbling Castle - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard

I legit wanna know I like you guys

[fitsinthepalm]

obsessed with your theme

thanks i’m obsessed with you actually 🩷

[placeinthisworld]

THE KENIFICATION OF TAYLOR SWIFT!!!!!!!! couldnt have said it better myself

the kenification of taylor swift is the hill i will die on

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♡ this for a starter!

[compnion]

IM OBSESSED W UR URL

IM OBSESSED WITH URS HELLO????? ALSO THANK YOU!!!

[taylorsabrina]

over half a year on this blog and i still don't know how to introduce myself to the swiftie side of tumblr, so i just log on loitering around everyday like "hi, how are ya?"

[percyarchive]

[confirmed-for-trash]

one of the most intrusive earworm songs I've ever heard is that song by Fuel where it sounds like he's singing "blee blah blee bleh in my hands in my hands again". for years when I was young I thought it was a song about like, throwing up into your own hands or something, because I've never listened to the song willingly. finally I learned, at age 40, that he's singing "leave love bleeding in my hands", because I was once again subjected to it against my will dhfjgjfshsjl

[egodoll]

bleh-blah-blee with @swandivers

at times like this, doah wonders what she could’ve done to deserve the absolute bullshit god throws at her every. single. day—okay, maybe doah’s been a raging bitch for, like, most of her life—but can bitchiness really be considered some kind of cardinal sin? even if it is one, she’s not even that bitchy. she just likes to argue, and complain, and throw a temper tantrum here and there when something doesn’t go her way—is being sensitive really a crime? doah thinks god really should be a little more forgiving to those with tender hearts and prickly personalities—it’s not like she asked to be this way. isn’t it his fault for making her this way?

point is—doah’s really, really, really upset today. at 8:03 a.m. today, she ordered a caramel latte—nonfat, two pumps of caramel syrup, three shots of espresso, and light foam—and two spinach-and-cheese egg bites. at 8:12 a.m., she received a caramel latte with three pumps of hazelnut syrup—ew!—and a plate of two burnt egg bites. doah knows an incorrect coffee order isn’t the end of the world—even if she thinks it’s an absolutely miserable way to start the day—but it’s all the other terrible things that followed suit that completely ruined her mood, like having to play house with the girl who completely betrayed her trust and watch as haute pink’s fans fawn over her like she’s some kind of perfect little angel—instead of the horrible monster that doah knows she really is. doah thought she could handle playing nice for the cameras—but it’s really starting to get to her now.

it’s 2:14 a.m. now—and doah’s decided tonight’s the perfect night to get drunk in jihan’s living room. doah didn’t text jihan beforehand to let him know that she’s coming over—she never does. instead, she calls a taxi to her place and gives the driver jihan’s address—holding a paper bag stuffed with bottles of fruit soju close to her chest. doah’s not really sure if jihan even likes fruit soju, but it’s the only kind doah likes to drink—and jihan’s never complained about it before, so she decides to live a little selfishly and assumes he’s fine with it.

when the taxi pulls up at jihan’s apartment building, she mumbles a quiet ‘thank you’ to the driver and pulls her pink cap down over her eyes; scurrying out of the car and into the building’s lobby. she punches in his buzzer code and hugs the paper bag a little closer to her chest—suddenly regretting her decision to not dress for the winter weather when her teeth begin to chatter. jihan picks up, and doah huffs dramatically, the childish pout on her lips evident in her voice as she greets him in typical doah fashion:

“do jihan! let me in before i freeze to death!”

[parisswift]

happy birthday!!!!

thank you !!!!! <3