Mid 2019, I have something for you
See all of you then
November 6th: Ariana performing “thank u, next” at The Ellen Show
i turned into an ari stan in 2018
crying about how much i miss my boyfriend at 3am is a very tumblr mood
I don’t wanna wake up.
R.E.M by Ariana Grande
since i left tumblr, i’ve turned into every tumblr cliche known to man. i thought i wouldn’t linger around after reactivating this bcoz tumblr was like we gons delete this if you don’t tell us you still wanna tumblr. so here we are. i don’t know who is who anymore and if anyone i did know even is still on tumblr and what do you do on here now?
How do you know they’re perfect matches? I mean, what if all it’s actually doing is gradually wearing us down, putting us in one relationship after another for random durations in a random sequence? Each time you get a little bit more pliable, a little bit more broken, until eventually it coughs up the final offering and says that’s the one. And by that point you are so defeated and so exhausted that you just accept it, you settle… and then you have to live the rest of your life convincing yourself you didn’t.
Black Mirror: Hang the DJ