This even happens to me from time to time because over the course of running this blog, I went through thousands and thousands of submissions and I apparently do not remember all of them so I’ll see some older submission on my dash and get confused or worried for a good few seconds until I see my icon and realize, ah, that’s just me, phew.
it’s like when a puppy sees itself in the mirror but doesn’t know that it’s them
the fact that 15 year olds have more money than me because they lip synced to the weekend asking for coochie on musically makes me want to use my eyes as martini decorations
Gay Hell 