so my post was good enough to like but not good enough to reblog
I’m not a Tumblr famous. I love it when a red number appears above my inbox icon. If someone followed me, I smile and it makes me happy. When I lose a follower, I ask myself why. When someone hates me, only few people comfort me. When I make a text post, I seldom have notes for it. Almost all of my posts are reblogged from other users. When I hold an honesty hour, you can count with your fingers the people who ask. But despite the fact that I have not much follower count, I am proud of my blog. Why? Because the person who is reading this right now chose to follow me. :) I love you followers.
(Source: w-intersonata)
i post really funny things sometimes and they never get notes wow i am 400 percent done
I like your funny posts. :)
(Source: as-eventide-falls)
[A quick RP with internetgeek:]
Eduard returned with some sausages and a few beers, looking a little more than peeved that the other had peeked into his computer. Thankfully, the Prussian didn’t seem to find anything there too interesting. “.. If I had some, why would I tell you?” He wasn’t going to share anything of that nature..if he had it with anyone, nonetheless Gilbert of all people.
“Why?” Gilbert looked at him as if it was a stab to the heart. “Because! We’re pals aren’t we broski?” It was amazing how much hipster lingo one could pick up after just a few sessions with American kids on Halo. “You can tell me! I’d tell you!”
The smell of the sausages was too strong to ignore and Gilbert gladly set aside the laptop and took a plate. He made a pleased sound of approval at the first bite and repeated the gesture at the first swig of his beer. “Not bad. I give it a 7.9…okay, 7.999!” He grinned. That was a pretty fair compliment considering the man’s standards on beer.
(Source: vantivilligo)
(Source: turtlelust)
[A quick RP with internetgeek:]
Eduard only chuckled as the other compared to himself. He wasn’t going to worry about not being as awesome as Gilbert though he must admit being regarded as awesome at all was quite a compliment within itself.
“Hmm, I think I do have some sausages,” he said before getting up and looking in the refrigerator for some quality sausages that he could quickly prepare for the two of them.
“And a couple of beers if you have any! Don’t hold out on me, Ed!” The pale-haired man called after the spectacled one as he disappeared into the kitchen.
Smiling to himself once alone, Gilbert sprawled on the couch that was now all his own, that is, until a nearby laptop caught his eye. With a slightly devious chuckle, the Prussian sat up and slid it into his lap.
“Show me your secrets, magic screen” He uttered with a cheshire smile and proceeded to look through it’s contents. Only to come up with not-too-interesting findings. “Aw, man, laaame…” Gilbert whined when Eduard returned, not caring if the other would be mad or not. “Where’s your porn?” He looked positively crestfallen.
(Source: vantivilligo)
“I was recording, you PRIIICK.”
(Source: madeupmonkeyshit)