And here we can see the Blogger in her natural habitat.
The blogger is a shy, docile creature…
… that prefers the darkness…
… and tends to be wary of the outside world.
The Blogger rarely sleeps, and when it does, it does so in seemingly random places.
We have attempted to understand the dietary habits of the Blogger…
… but to no avail.
Two years ago I moved my 80-year-old father closer to me so I could take care of him. We had been best friends from the day I was born. We are so much alike, we have the same ridiculous sense of humor, and we know what each other is thinking without saying a word. Caring for him deepened our friendship, and about six months in, some of the questions from my childhood started creeping back into my mind. My whole life, I felt like something was off. As a child, I knew my family was different, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. There were things that just didn’t quite add up. Things that didn’t make sense. I remember asking questions and not being satisfied with the answers I received. It hit me one night as I was driving home from his apartment. I turned the car around and went back. I opened the door and without hesitation asked, “Are you gay?”
As the words fell out of my mouth, a sense of peace came with it. A sigh of relief and a deep understanding. In the seconds before he responded, I felt as if all of my childhood questions were finally answered.
“Well … I wouldn’t say I’m straight.”
if anyone ever asks me what tumblr is i’m gonna show them this video and just walk away
GOD ITS 5AM AND IM TRYING TO HOLD IN MY LAUGHTER FUCK
I’ve watched this like 1000 times! and I can’t stop
I need to watch this later