On friday i took a nap and had a dream that i could talk telepathically to other people who were having naps.
Let me know if I talked to you.
If I really don’t want something to be in my search history, I’ll just use bing.
A lot of people I follow seem to have unresolved issues about maths.
I can type so badly that autocorrect can’t even tell me what I was thinking.
But I’ll give you points if you can tell me what I meant by ‘rhunlig’.
I could never be one of those people who take photos of themselves in their mirror, but that’s partly because I have a stick-on moustache on my mirror.
I was thinking about making a pun of Dumbledore’s name by changing it to have ‘dumb’ in it
The weirdest superpower I can imagine is the ability to tell who someone is by the sound of them peeing
i have carried a recycling bin on public transport nothing can phase me now
i wish tumblr let you know when your followers were online so you could tell when your text posts would stand a chance of being seen
it is 5 in the morning
am i nightblogging
is this how i nightblog
Plot twist: Honour on your cow.
why don’t murderers just hide the bodies in cemeteries