I’m sure this means something, but don’t ask me what.
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
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
This week on Adventures in Loneliness: Do I Have a Crush On a Longtime Friend Or Am I Just Desperate?
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.
"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."
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
"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.