tumblr always has, and always will be my escape. no matter how I’m feeling, I’ll just blog and I’ll feel better (eventually). I don’t care if I’m just posting personal photos, writing text posts or just reblogging photos all day, there’s just something so therapeutic about it.
even if tumblr is seen pointless in every which way, it helps keep me sane and that’s all I need.
48 years ago a girl said “oh fuck me” to her best friend while walking in the street, a guy who randomly passed by answered by “let me at least buy you dinner first”. I present to you my grandparents, in love since then and celebrating their 47 years of marriage today.
me: please touch me oh my god touch me EVERYWHERE OH MY GOD
me: feed me im hungry i want to eat ALL THE THINGS
me: IT HURTS DEAR GOD THIS IS IT THIS IS THE END DEATH IS UPON ME
me: -cries for 3 hours-
me: oh my god i'm hungry
me: SHOOT ME IN THE WOMB I SIMPLY CANNOT GO ON
me: no no no please don't sneeze please don't FUCKING SNEEZE
me: THE END IS HERE
What they did not want you to ever find out is that your generation, the generation born between 1980-1995, actually outnumbers the Baby Boomers. They knew that if you ever turned your eye towards political reform, you could change the world. They tried to keep you sated on vapid television shows and vapid music. They cut off your education and fed you brain candy. They took away your music and gave you Top Ten pop stations. They cut off your art and replaced it with endless reality shows for you to plug into, hoping you would sit quietly by as they ran the world. We as a society are only as strong as our weakest link. Give ‘em hell, kids.
I’ve never loved a post so much in the history of tumblr
In real life, when people realise you have an obsession with something:
On tumblr, EVERYONE has an obsession. So we’re just like: