i dont really… WANT… to leave tumblr. ive been here since 2011
no other platform has the right format for me to just randomly barf actual thoughts, joaks, and genuine creative content all in the same breath. i dont know how to compartmentalize
every other platform you gotta be a real person. Here you are you’re icon and username and whatever your hyperfixation is at the current moment
on tumblr you can make a post that just says “minecraft” and get 50k notes, where on twitter you have to steal tweets and instagram you have to be hot. tumblr is more like a bunch of kids let loose in walmart where there are no rules and the only god is a bald swedish man
now that having basically any image in your posts places you at risk of getting flagged for “sensitive content” by the new algorithms, we’re just going have to start posting our reaction images in text format
everyone sharing their twitters and other social media in case of this website experiencing an all-out collapse. not me. use the information you’ve learned about me to track me down. piece together the cryptic clues i have left throughout my blog over the years in preparation of this day to decipher the location of our future meeting. i’ll be waiting
You know what’s scary about this age? You can’t even enjoy your down time. You’re socially convinced that every moment you’re spending not doing anything is wasted time. That you always should be working towards something. We forget that it’s okay to have a breather and simply take time to yourself.
You have no idea how much I needed to see this. Thank you.
it’s rly sweet ppl think I live anywhere near a target like,
i can walk into some of the shops in my town barefoot carrying my dog and nobody will tell me to leave.
target isn’t brave enough to build here.
The last bastion of hope.
yeah also it’s not illegal to ride a horse to a bar and get wrecked in lieu of a designated driver so like. we have a lot going on here.
Let’s be real though, the horse will always head back to its barn, so really this is a great idea. Get smashed, tie yourself to the horse, let the horse do whatever, and you’ll end up at home.
…..not that I’ve ever done that on a trail ride before.
Okay, so a trail horse is reliable here, because a horse that’s afraid of city noises will head for home and avoid anything “dangerous” because it’s afraid.
However, in my experience city-trained horses are much more obedient and are unafraid of roads and trust their rider a lot more fully.
So if your drunk ass says “yeah let’s steer into oncoming traffic”
the horse is gonna say “seems weird but okay man.”
Okay this is 100% a legitimate point.
The only horse you should trust as DD is a horse with a healthy fear of speeding traffic.
I would hope that that’s all horses
It is possible and common to train the good sense right out of a city horse.
Very very true.
A city horse would walk facefirst into an oncoming train if you asked it to.
This is why I prefer country horses with a degree of realization of its own mortality left to it.
What the hell kinda city has a horse
…I just love the fact that there is a distinction between country horse and city horse.
What is a city horse, what IS it
left ma and pop’s farm to make it big out there…..that horse’s gonna be a star
aries: concert taurus: restaurant gemini: theme park cancer: hell leo: movies virgo: bookstore libra: museum scorpio: cafe sagittarius: hiking capricorn: theatre aquarius: observatory pisces: aquarium
oh okay i get it. just cause im a pisces i wanna go to a fuckng aquarium. fuck you, i dont want to go to a fucking aquarium for a date. who the fuck wrote this shit list im going to kick your ass. you think just cause my sign is two stupid fucking fish that i wanna see a bunch of other stupid fuckng fishes dying and breathing in poopwater in big glass cages no fuck you. no i dont wanna do that. why scorpio and taurus and gemini get all this fun shit but i gotta be a fuckin fish stuck in fish hell. u know waht im just gonna come out and say it: i ahte swimming. i hate swimming. i havent liked swimming ever and the fact that im a ppisces mean every1 gonna assume i like 2 swim but u know what. i dont like to swim. im so sick of all this water shit from these zodiacs i mean god damn in the pokemon one which type is pisces gonna be ITS WATER DID U THINK IT WOULDNT BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN FUCKIGN WATER of course its water i didnt even have 2 look at that goddam fuckin pokemon one cause i knew pisces was gonna be shitty water. why is pisces the one thats always water anyways. aquarius was water IN THE name (aqua) and that spanish for water so why the fuck isnt aquarius the sign thats in water hell why it gotta be me. fuck this shit whoever made this shitty date shit fuck u im never going to an aquarium again
The experiences of conventionally attractive people and conventionally unattractive people can be so jarringly different and it really deserves some conversation. But I hate how the only mention of this comes from incels or anti-feminists or other right aligned losers with not an ounce of nuance in their bones lmaooo
Like, your physical attractiveness can shape not just your interpersonal experiences but also real tangible things such as but no limited to whether or not you get a job or being believed as a victim or what kind of roles you can get as an actor or perhaps the length of a sentence or how much help is offered to you in a time of need etc. etc.
i always thought of a king sized bed as being a bit bigger than a queen, but now that i have one, i can tell you that a king sized bed is an absurdity. i can sprawl out, and my husband can sprawl out, and the cat can sprawl out, and none of us are touching. i reach out in the night, and find only pillows and plush walruses. i reach further and eventually find his elbow. he rolls over the comforters to try and find me. “i have crossed oceans of bed to be with you,” he says. there is a vast expanse of bed untouched, unmapped, unexplored. the cat is still trying to sleep on my face.
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