"Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world."
- Harriet Tubman
I was a professional juggler for like five years and all of my friends politely pretend it never happened.
Sometimes I will be holding three or more similarly sized objects and they will all shoot me the kind of warning glances typically reserved for cats who are about to swipe a fresh and crispy fish stick from a small child’s hand.
I gaze wistfully at a basket of apples and they all think, “Don’t you FUCKING dare,” so hard that I take psychic damage.
tumblr is like wading through everyone else’s garbage until you find something good and go “ah. this is good” and take it and display it in your own garbage pile
Y’all better stop thinking you can talk to anyone on the internet any type of way, especially when you struggle making calls to people in real life. People on the internet are not target practice for the insults you never got to hurl at your 5th grade bullies, or fodder for your unfettered feelings of insecurity that you can’t seem to stop projecting on others. We get it: you have no sense of control or power over your life so you go online and try to mimic that same power you wish you had. Take it up with your therapist, don’t bring that shit around me.
