you’re having the worst day ever and you’ve been on the receiving end of rough news and everything’s been going wrong and so you throw on a sequined dress on a Wednesday because fuck conventions and then a blazer because fuck even more conventions and go get ready to meet your boyfriend whose guts you love so so much even when stuff has been increasingly difficult and you’re facing about 500 obstacles to go hang out with a really nice follower and you’re just like fuck everything because eventually all the terribleness sublimates into a weird, comic kind of invincibility. 

Here’s to saving this day, tumblr.