You can't fool me, I know there's no way you're actually John Green. I know a gimmick blog when I see one.
Here is a video I made over a year ago about running this tumblr. It has my face and voice in it. Hopefully that's sufficient proof!
I want to be very clear though that it's fine that 1. so many people don't think that I'm me (and on some level they're right; I'm not really me. I'm a coffee company that donates its profit to charity!)
and
2. so many people reblogging my stuff don't know that it's me sharing it (I don't need tumblr at large, if there even still is a tumblr at large, to be intruding into this strange and lovely thing we've got going).
I just like it here. Which, like, if you've told me that in 2015, I would've told you that's literally impossible.
The gays in the local scene always call me mr.new york city because i would always come into the bar with a pizza slice in 1 hand an a coney island style hotdog in my other 1 hand & i would squeeze my arms together to hold a largw cocola & hopefully not spill it (yes i used a long straw to drink it..) usually i would go home right when i finish my snack but 1 time i let a drunk twunk bust on me in the bathroom cuz i liked his devil may care attitude.Hes long dead now & i miss him honestly i just wish i learnt his name so i could have 1 last hot dog in his honor before they run out and shit since they going to be replacing them with BugDogs made out of crickets & roaches smashed into a puddy since that seems to be the way sjws are taking this fcking crazy planet,making us eat dogs made of bugs for no reason other then made up bull shit to make us live in fear? Of what?
(was just lobotomized and put in front of a computer without any post-operative care and told to post or else they'd take more out) when your ovulating and youve got the tornado siren pussy
Hello, white Tumblr user. Before You is a post written by a Black person that was concise, to the point, and worded in plain easily understood language. You'll have to resist reblogging this post with a long-winded essay restating what it already said in the post. You have five minutes- oh they're dead.