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guys i remembered i have this account again
It’s so fucked up how tiktok culture has made clout-poisoned people turn the public into content, every day I see people minding their business have their entire faces put online for thousands of likes, a couple kissing on the train, a lady dancing across a cross walk, a guy nodding his head to the music at a club, a lady buying a banana at the store, ring camera footage of the neighbors kids being stupid. Just let people live jfc
I think I may have made it seem like this is about wholesome content (which my sentiment towards that is the same) but most of the time when I see this stuff people are being ridiculed for being completely normal. And I didn’t make up any of these examples btw, I couldn’t find the dance one but only because there are too many videos of people being recorded at cross walks
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Im gonna add this to every post about this i see im never gonna shut up about it. This will get people killed. This will ruin lives. More people live in hiding than you think. So many people are one post away from having to abandon their whole lives. Dont ever post anything of anyone without their consent, stranger or not.
I am a photographer. It is my job to go into schools and take candid photos for the yearbook.
The number of kids that are on a 'do not photograph' list isn't large, but it is a non-zero number. If that kid is even out of focus in the background, we do not use that photo.
If a child shows even the tiniest bit upset that there's a person in the room with a camera, I do not take their photo.
At pop culture conventions, I ask people if I can take their photo. Or if I take a candid of them, I track them down and give them my info and get th3ir consent before posting.
At events like parties, concerts, performances, consent is generally implied because these are photographed events, but if an attendee approaches me and tells me to crop them out then I crop them out.
This makes street photography tedious, but I learned in my very first job as a camp counselor that people have very good reasons for not wanting their photo publicized. There are kids in the foster system with abusive parents. There are adults with stalkers. There are people who might be a witness to a crime.
Even outside of this- I've seen how private persons become memes against their will just by going out in public. Some people are super not normal about meme fame.
Leave people alone. The world is complicated. Make your own content.
guys i haven’t engaged with anything minecraft related in like six months has anything cool happened
if anyone is curious why i’ve been mia for like five months i got bitches 💪
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man i really fell off the tumblr grind
it's very important I think to both have in your life a) people who will listen to your insecurities and gently reassure you that they don't necessarily reflect reality b) people who will listen to your insecurities and say "that's the stupidest shit I've ever heard. you think WHAT about yourself??? I'm gonna kill you"
least favorite people are people who think fleabag is about being cool and mysterious and fucked up and marinating in your fucked-up-ness when really it’s about learning to be kind to your past self and finding love without instead of externally
i know people are good because of this: the universe often assigns me side quests. in a circular strangeness; despite my inability to locate my-own-anything, i am almost-always finding someone else's lost things. dogs, coats, phones, cash, laptops. it happens so often it's almost tiring; suddenly being looped into a tiny amount of detective work.
but when i'm with other people who are not used to this: the response is almost invariably delight. yes, maybe they are simply thrilled by the mystery. it's just... they light up so much. i think maybe more... i think they like the opportunity to do something kind.
a few weeks ago, i was at a bar and i found a wallet as soon as we stepped outside. i felt nervous to ask for help, worried i would be holding up the night. i picked it up and said go on without me, i should help this get back to its home.
instead, three people pulled out their phones - to find him on facebook, to help cancel his credit cards. two people went back into the bar to tell the bartender, two others went calling down the street. group texts, facebook posts, instagram stories. people, without even seeing what happened, start offering help to me. fifteen minutes and: someone knows someone who knows the guy. the cheer that went up - just for finding him, just for this small thing. someone gets him on the phone. strangers dance around me, hopping on their feet - are you the girl that found that wallet? good for you, that's a good thing you're doing/same thing happened to me and somebody did what you're doing and i thank god everyday for people like you/i can't believe you found him so fast this is so exciting
i gave it back to him in a parking lot. i watched his shoulders sag with relief. there was cash in it still - he checked the pocket, and then sheepishly held the money out to me. i didn't take it. i held up my hands. "it's no problem, man. i know you'd do the same for me."
i don't know him, to be honest. i don't know if he is the same kind of person i am. but he nodded at me.
and i know people are good. i know people are good, because the way this story ends isn't surprising. we wave goodbye awkwardly. my friend loops their arm around me.
"i can't believe we got it back to him," they said. "i'm going to be riding that high for weeks."
fleabag, phoebe waller-bridge / beach life-in-death, car seat headrest
i must once again criticize the girlbossification of mary shelley
just ran across someone very distressed to learn about the racism in frankenstein and this is what ignoring the orientalism of safie's narrative and the casual mention that clerval wants to help the english colonize india in favor of a flattened narrative about mary shelley's #feminism because she wrote a pivotal novel will get you!! it gets you people who forget that mary was an upper class english woman in the 19th century
since this has breached containment let me be extremely clear that i am not canceling long dead author mary shelley or her book which forms a fundamental cornerstone of my personality i am saying forcing historical figures into two dimensional Feminist Icon status is bad and leads people to have unrealistic ideas of those figures and their work. people who are grown ups can read work with problematique ideas without catching moral cooties
noah actually had two gay people on the boat so that the other one wouldn't get lonely but he made the mistake of putting a tumblr nbc hannibal soft gore blogger says faggot 37 times a day type gay with a tiktok mother mother le$bean "illegal in 74 countries" heartstopper type gay and they just ended up killing each other so gay people didn't get to collectively exist until like bruce springsteen or something
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Snifferish: The range of like, Christmas sweaters to like, skimpy Santa in these skins, I’m – look at Scar’s skin!
Phil: [silently losing it] That doesn’t leave much to the imagination king.
I saw Grumbot’s arms and i got a horrible idea
does anyone else find it incredibly disturbing that TERFs call female prisons “women’s spaces,” as if they are a thing that belongs to women/are legitimate things that women should want/be ok with rather than violently imposed & to be rejected and resisted
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