Fatou Jallow is the love child of Juliette Fairmont and Calliope Burns and no-one can convince me otherwise
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Fatou Jallow is the love child of Juliette Fairmont and Calliope Burns and no-one can convince me otherwise
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Ok like. Imagine life without ads. You wake up, check your messages across a variety of apps, no ads. You get up and put on the tv while you prep your breakfast, no ads. Maybe you drive somewhere and switch on the radio, no ads. Maybe you drive a long distance, yet somehow, not a single billboard on your path. You pick up a newspaper or magazine to pass the time, no advertisements only articles. You turn on your game console, the home screen is just about your games, no ads to buy more. You open a streaming app, you don't pay extra for no ads, there's just no ads ever.
Think about how much of your time is spent looking at ads. "Download ublock" yeah I know, I have. But that doesn't change that the world is covered with endless advertising. Imagine never seeing that again. How much better our lives would be.
just identified a behavioral pattern within myself
I don’t know much about the world, but it seems like if you take #misinformation and add it to #truths, you end up with #misinformation.
how it feels to accept you're fucked forever
I’m such a “yay <3” person like unironically a hip hip hooray type of personality
happy Juneteenth to black fans in fandom specifically 🫶🏿 love yall
it’s june I desperately need to stop wasting time
we’re basically halfway through the year this is getting SERIOUS
how it feels to become an active participant in your own life
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Yes, that is my circus, and, yes, those are my monkeys, but I am not on shift yet.
damn mutual I don’t engage with that media you’re into but my congrandolances on the situation
why does this have 32k notes? it’s just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. it’s just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain
no one tell him
This has come on a bit since 32K notes, proving that Tumblr appreciates a really pointed observation.
i think the reason why the assassination of Julius Caesar is one of the funniest political assassinations is for this very simple reason:
1 guy stabs 1 guy: not funny. that's murder.
2 guys stab 1 guy: even less funny. that's two against one.
60 guys stab 1 guy: uproariously funny. why do you need so many guys.
60 guys only manage to stab the 1 guy 23 times: I can't fucking breathe I'm laughing too hard, you suck at this
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"Tatsächlich hab ich schon echt Angst vor der Einsamkeit da oben. Ich mein, da is so viel zwischen den Sternen. Es ist Millionen von Lichtjahren. Weit und breit einfach nichts."
"Aber wenn du genau hinguckst, ist es grad mal nen daumen-breiter Abstand. Also rein theoretisch musst du keine Angst haben."
"Ich liebe dich. Scheiße, zu früh. Ich, ähm, ich hab noch was für dich. Ja, das ist, äh, schon seit ner weile in meiner Tasche. Das, ähm, letzte Woche mit unserem Streit hat mich echt fertig gemacht. Und ich hab mich nicht getraut. Ich glaub, wärst du so wie ich, würden wir jetzt immernoch einsam und allein irgendwo im Universum rumdülpen."
"Ich liebe dich auch."