I Hope That You're Still Coming To The Picnic This Weekend?

It must've taken you a lot of internal restraint to not slap the shit outta mike all those times he insulted you and your candy and you stayed calm or ignored him (the few times you didn't respond to him)

Mumbler didn't faze me a bit. He was just really annoying and not very smart. Ha!

Things I love about Autumn 🥧✨

Mr. Wonka. I know you're busy baking with Miss Cocoa, but Alice still wants to come to the barbeque at your factory the weekend, she insists you unban her immediately and talk to her directly. There's just nothing I can do to convince her otherwise. I'm sorry

Good morning! 🌇 Have a great day! ✨

Selfie Beach Day☁️

I wanna touch you in ways that are too inappropriate to say 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂

I see...

And I'd prefer it if you kept your dirty fantasies and your sticky little fingers to yourself, 'kay?

Hey I noticed that you changed your clothes a lot on the golden ticket tour day. First you had the black coat outside then you took that off and had the burgundy jacket but after the contest you had on gold and black pajamas and slippers then when you was getting your shoes shined you had the black jacket with another black coat under it and then you changed back to the burgundy jacket when you had dinner with the buckets. Why did you change so much and how did your clothes magically switch at the end?

Well, I changed back into my lounging pajamas because the tour was over. And I wanted to be comfortable for my therapy session. I threw on a quick change of clothes once again to find Charlie and talk to him. I specifically changed my clothes so that he wouldn't recognize me or the big 'W' on my shoes. That's how I ended up in all black. So basically your question is how in the world did I end up wearing the burgundy coat again, right?

When we arrived back at the factory after visiting my dad, we were brainstorming new candy flavors and ideas. I leave most of my coats and shoes at the front corridor when I'm in a hurry (if the Oompa Loompas haven't taken them away) and I happened to change back into the attire from earlier right before going to the Buckets' house for dinner with Charlie. That's all. Just a quick change of wardrobe.

Do you guys know that movie where a group of people go to a nightclub called Vortex & they get sucked into the nightlife, then they want to leave but the music keeps them trapped & they end up dancing for eternity on loop against their will & they can't die, it's like symbolic for hell?

That's what being on Tumblr is like. I'm trapped. It's hell. I tried to get out but shit I'm already here, so let's boogie down, down, down. 🎵 🎶🕺

That isn't a real movie, btw. I totally lied, I'm sorry. Lol.

Sometimes I want to reach out and help people struggling with depression, but then I remember most people ain't shit. We live in a society that thrives on popularizing negativity and evil, using each other and stepping on others to reach our goals. And for those reasons, among many, I wish to be left alone. I detach myself, and here I am doing it again. Pretending to be depressed isn't cute, glamorizing depression isn't therapeutic, seeking vain attention for your depression isn't okay. I hate people...