Vince 15 trans, pan and poly, feel free to hmu
Airports are fucking weird. Like I’m dressed like it’s ‘95 drinking wine and there’s a dude in a three pieced suit next to me, someone in pajamas, someone who looks like they’re going to the gym after this, and like a million button up shirts.
Update. I’m hammered.
Second update: I’m sober now but very fucking tired and in a different airport.
Additionally: I have no idea where the fuck I am
Important information: I’m fairly sure Douglas Adams was just fucking paged??? What the hell???
Have you checked if you’re alive?
Buddy I haven’t cared about blood pumping through my veins since 1920. You just gotta move on and do your own thing.
So you’re saying there’s a chance you’re tumblring your ‘airport’ adventures from the afterlife?
im saying it doesnt matter because i have access to the internet
This entire thread is a big ass mood
1920? So that means either -
1: You’re the coolest 98 year old in the world.
2: You’re a time traveler who’s posting to Tumblr from the past, present, and future all at the same time.
3: You’re immortal.
The question is - which is it?
I’ve been trying to figure that out for years tbh.
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