What If Every Tumblr User Suddenly Looses Their Mouse?

when i’m depressed, my bed is my best friend

when i feel like this

i sleep

everyday is the same, its on repeat, over and over. i want to escape. i want to break free. i want to run. run...run......

@kokobot is so amazing i swear, i used to use them years ago and i just got back into tumblr and started using them again!

i appreciate the help i’ve been getting because i’ve been really low, so i try and put some positivity into replying to peoples really kind messages, i feel like i’m not in the right mentality to help people because i’ll end up ranting or something but replying to people sort of feels a bit better for me, even if they don’t need help...i wish i could actually help out but maybe in a few weeks i’ll be feeling much better.

the images are of my latest koko bot interaction

this user suffers from alcoholism

this user is claustrophobic

gosh thank you c:

i would do anything for women. if you are a woman and you ask me to do something i wont hesitate

i’m waiting for the night to end because maybe then, i will end too

1:19 - im tired of this

I’m laying on his bed, my head on his chest. Camila Cabello is playing on his grandmothers Alexa downstairs, its just on the radio. Outside its still the daytime but with his shutters pulled down its dark in his room. Last night I barely got any sleep, I had nightmares and then called him when I woke from them at almost two in the morning. He wanted me to sleep so he pulled me close to him on his bed. His heartbeat is the only thing I can hear from my right ear and I tap along to the beat of “Bam Bam” on his chest, he chuckles really softly, so softly I almost can’t hear him. I try to match my breathing with his and he notices, slowly playing with my hair. He starts humming to the beat I play out on his skin and he taps along on my arm. The way I’ve curled myself around him probably looks silly but its so comfortable. The door opens slightly and I don’t raise my head. I didn’t hear anyone coming up the stairs so I don’t think its his family. He looks up from my face to the door and his gaze drops down to the floor, once of his cats has wandered in. She meows loudly and jumps onto the bed. The song downstairs is finishing and I’m beginning to really fall asleep now, he asks me a question and I barely manage a “hmmm” in response. He just smiles at me and lets me sleep while still playing with my hair.

Tell me a soft memory

Two neighbors share the same birthday. Thus, they celebrate their birthdays together. Every year, they somehow manage to find another person that shares their birthday, so they can afford to gradually make their parties more grandiose.