for the person in the room with the ceiling that keeps lowering down:

(this came in the, uh, the mailbox, the — not asks, i turned those off, i dunno what the fuck it is but people still write me there sometimes. i don’t look at it usually as a rule but for whatever reason i did this morning and there was an email that was soundly My Shit and i wrote a response. i don’t know why i thought to save it before i sent it [i typed it on a phone] but tumblr being tumblr and its mail function being shitty i thought, well, better safe. and it’s a...