Imagine reading a book of every conversation where people have spoken about you.
me when I come out of my room and see guests
- me during shower time: What is my mission here on earth? What would have happened if Hitler got killed before he started the war? What if is there's a bigger force controlling us right now?
- me almost falling asleep: I think I've solved the mystery of Atlantis and the cure for cancer and starving in Africa and the problems for all bad things in the universe
- me during the day: how do I spell house?
you know when you see a picture on your dash and it hasn’t loaded yet but from reading the description/comments you can almost tell what it is and you want to reblog it but it isn’t loading so eventually you just get fed up and reblog it anyway even though it’s still just a white square and you just have to hope it’s not something terrible
it’s like the tumblr version of russian roulette