Posted 6 hours ago

spork:

porpentine:

one of my favorite things is how people talk to themselves in tumblr tags, taking this space designed for metadata classification and using it as a form of parenthetical speech. those grey little tags feel so cozy, a whispered dimension to the flat communication of the net

those words could be shorter

Posted 6 hours ago

givemeinternet:

I’m sure this means something, but don’t ask me what.

Posted 23 hours ago
Posted 23 hours ago
  1. me: i don't even care. i'm not going to talk about this anymore.
  2. ...
  3. me: and you know what else? [2000 word rant]
Posted 23 hours ago

sexybieb:

if i was someones favourite blog i think i would cry

Posted 23 hours ago

novub:

shout out to people with abusive mothers who have to deal with the world acting like every single mother’s love is so expansive and unconditional and tender when that is the opposite of what we experienced

Posted 23 hours ago
Posted 1 day ago
candid-catastrophe:

ekisaleks:

littlemusicalwitch:

jar-of-daisies:

vverism:

cricket88:

Tell me about it, stud

If this isn’t your favourite movie scene ever then you’re fucking wrong

I got CHILLS just looking at this post.

The notes are just multiplying

They’re losing control

It’s electrifying

candid-catastrophe:

ekisaleks:

littlemusicalwitch:

jar-of-daisies:

vverism:

cricket88:

Tell me about it, stud

If this isn’t your favourite movie scene ever then you’re fucking wrong

I got CHILLS just looking at this post.

The notes are just multiplying

They’re losing control

It’s electrifying

(Source: laurasaxby)

Posted 1 day ago

nintendofunclub:

c0caino:

Take your age and add 5 to it. That is your age in 5 years.

image

Posted 1 day ago

This week on Adventures in Loneliness: Do I Have a Crush On a Longtime Friend Or Am I Just Desperate?

Posted 1 day ago

balcerak:

Infinite multiverses and I’m stuck in the one where superheroes are fictional and people kill other people for having different colored skin

Posted 1 day ago

setbabiesonfire:

impala-sonic-deductions:

vivere-est-ars:

every woman on tumblr should have this on their dash

And every man

Look how nobody’s yelling or arguing or making things into a competition. Look how this is to straight up educate people through a different perspective. Look how effective that makes the message.

(Source: sizvideos)

Posted 1 day ago
ewatsondaily:

"I decided that I was a feminist. This seemed uncomplicated to me. But my recent research has shown me that feminism has become an unpopular word. Women are choosing not to identify as feminists. Apparently, [women’s expression is] seen as too strong, too aggressive, anti-men, unattractive."

ewatsondaily:

"I decided that I was a feminist. This seemed uncomplicated to me. But my recent research has shown me that feminism has become an unpopular word. Women are choosing not to identify as feminists. Apparently, [women’s expression is] seen as too strong, too aggressive, anti-men, unattractive."

Posted 1 day ago

miss-zarves:

i changed my okcupid profile to say “you should message me if you know any good jokes about giraffes” and someone responded “you, a baby, and a giraffe walked into a bar, and then you walked out with me! ;) ;)” and i’m so angry because that doesn’t even make sense, there is ZERO adherence to structural joke norms, why the fuck is the baby there? did we leave the baby at the bar? jesus christ, did we fucking leave the baby with the fucking giraffe, that is NOT RESPONSIBLE

(Source: kristyskrushers)

Posted 1 day ago

officialunitedstates:

"Look out at this sand.  If you shield your eyes from the horizon, your sense of perception is completely destroyed.  Is this sand ten feet away or miles away?" she asked me, still staring out into the dunes.

"I don’t know… I can’t tell."

"That’s right.  For all you know, it could be infinite.  With each step you take, each passing second of travel, you have no way to knowing how far you have gone, or how far you have to go."

I looked over to her.  She was still staring at the sea of sand, mesmerized with the complexity of something so simple.  I suppose I was too.

"Date a girl who reads books," she said, briefly taking her eyes off the sand to glance at me. 

"What’s that?" I asked, not quite understanding her.

"Date a girl who reads books.  For her, the world of books is as infinite as this sand." 

She picked some up and let it sift through her fingers.  I watched as the grains slid quietly off of her hand and back into their pasture. 

"Hey, do we have any water left?" I motioned at the backpack, a bit parched from the summer heat.

"No we’re all out," she said calmly, "The sand is our water.  Let us drink from it together."

"What the hell," I said.