ltmntl:

april 2012: idk????? someone who hung out with the turtles??? got powers for some reason???? kinda feels outta place and was there for girl points

april 2018: honorary sister, casual friend who’s there for them 24/7, didn’t need her introduction to be “Omg!!!!! Giant talking turtles???????? Weird!!!!”, feels like she belongs there instread of being “Girl On Team™”

broadwaytheanimatedseries:

trashfirefallon:

validcriticism:

trashfirefallon:

validcriticism:

trashfirefallon:

trashfirefallon:

trashfirefallon:

trashfirefallon:

trashfirefallon:

Airports are fucking weird. Like I’m dressed like it’s ‘95 drinking wine and there’s a dude in a three pieced suit next to me, someone in pajamas, someone who looks like they’re going to the gym after this, and like a million button up shirts.

Update. I’m hammered.

Second update: I’m sober now but very fucking tired and in a different airport.

Additionally: I have no idea where the fuck I am

Important information: I’m fairly sure Douglas Adams was just fucking paged??? What the hell???

Have you checked if you’re alive?

Buddy I haven’t cared about blood pumping through my veins since 1920. You just gotta move on and do your own thing.

So you’re saying there’s a chance you’re tumblring your ‘airport’ adventures from the afterlife? 

im saying it doesnt matter because i have access to the internet

This entire thread is a big ass mood

astrophysiciann:

exciting:

exciting:

where! has! my! passion! gone! I had it abundantly when I was a child, and I must have dropped it along the way, but I cannot figure where!

oh hey folks fun update, i found my passion again? i just had to find my right outlet, get to a place where I have aspirations, dispel apathy and pursue what I love, it’s all good and swell!

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