How Dare You Make Me Laugh Like This When My Throat Is Swollen To Like 3x Its Normal Size I’ve Started

I got zarude. Ain’t no way. I’m not fighting anything remotely like an ape fuck that they’re menaces

spin this wheel of all the pokemon. you now have to fight this pokemon. just you and it, bare-knuckle

Oh sugar I’m so sorry that happened. I’ll reblog to help, even if it ain’t much

hi all! this is wendy @musashi. my tumblr blog was wrongfully terminated, i presume because i recently made a popular post that vaguely mentioned loving trans women and got sacked by the t/e//r////f mob's mass reporting campaign.

the official reason tumblr banned me was for "hoarding urls" which i very much did not do. i just had a lot of sideblogs, almost all of them active at some point or another. now no one can use those URLs because they are tied to a terminated account. if tumblr needed me to release some of the less active ones, i gladly would've.

it appears as though i was mass reported and tumblr just tried to find a reason to nix me because the ter//ve///s were clogging their pipes and i'm the easier answer to the trolley problem at their HQ.

many of these sideblogs are now gone, and i will be working to get them back up in time if i cannot get my account back.

i am putting on a brave face but i am fucking heartbroken. 14 years of my life were on that blog. that is literally half of my life on earth. countless pieces of art, memories, and snapshots of my adolescence and young adulthood just, like, gone. when i suffered from severe traumatic amnesia in 2016, it was that tumblr blog that helped me recall a TON of my life experiences & who i was. that blog literally saved my life.

with it i lose countless memories and almost 10k followers, as well as a community that i spent a very long time building up. tons of friends whos usernames i did not get, and anons who were never able to give them to me.

please share my story! my name is wendy. my old url was musashi. i liked ace attorney. i liked pokemon. i made youtube videos where i talked autistically about my faves. i liked to write, and make people laugh. i loved it here and i am sad tumblr has chosen to side with the mob instead of listening to that story. i have been here since 2010, and my blog and community meant so much to me.

please reblog this post. i am working hard to get my account back, but if i cannot, i want to find my friends and followers again.

Please buy us. Please please please I beg-

I’m shocked the first thought wasn’t “bastard” but this is funnier

mom called me a fag yesterday by accident

“You’re a sick fuck!”

Yes I am… please… tend to me like you would an ill child… I am dying…

You know, I remember as a child, everyone made a big deal over security blankets and things during like, puberty and stuff. I still don’t know why. I never grew out of taking my blanket with me around the house, (never will) and when I go over to peoples houses. I have my favorite ones. They’re soft. It’s comforting to be Surrounded by soft. I’m not going to use your cold ass duvet that has the texture of a swimsuit. I’m going to cocoon myself in my silky soft polyester blankie that traps heat really well and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do to stop me.

I will wrap myself up in it and walk around like I am royalty, and this is my cloak. I will have my cereal while sitting wrapped like a mummy. I will roam wherever I please with my blanket used as hood as though I am but a lonely, nameless traveler.

Suck my dick. Cry about it, if you need to. It’s literally a non issue. Just let people have their comfort items, and whoever wrote that in my puberty book or whatever saying you should slowly get rid of those comfort items in some twisted right of passage fashion is an asshole.

In hindsight, that book gave shitty advice. Good thing I disregarded most of it aside from the hygiene portion.

Yeah we call that shit trauma lmfao

what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy

Bro

That’s not how this is supposed to work?????

They also got eaten or killed before they could live long enough to even get skin cancer. They died at like age twenty, and had kids at twelve.

I feel like I can now run for miles with the aid of my inhaler.

Im an unstoppable force. Lock your doors and windows, cuz it’s over for y’all.

Cold weather enjoyer FREAKS when they’re shivering and tensed up and can’t feel their toes and their face hurts and