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I really like how these came out
could you explain the post about shoelaces and presidents? it would be greatly appreciated thank you
Sure! Do you mean this post?
So, it started in a post in 2012 (or earlier, I don’t know the exact date). As the Urban Dictionary entry explains, you would say “I like your shoelaces” in public as a sort of secret code if you suspect there’s another Tumblr user there. And if there is another Tumblr user, they would reply “Thanks, I stole them from the president” to let you know they understood the message and are, in fact, a Tumblr user.
I don’t think people do this anymore, and if they ever did, it probably wasn’t a very common thing to do. Maybe they did back in 2012 when the post was recent and Tumblr wasn’t as popular as it is now.
I also don’t think there’s any deeper meaning to the phrases. “I like your shoelaces” seems like a pretty common and nice thing to say, and if it turns out the person you thought was a Tumblr user doesn’t recognise the ‘secret message’, nothing would happen. But then “Thanks, I stole them from the president” seems weird and specific enough that you would know they understood the ‘secret message’, unlike if they just replied “Thank you”.
Then other posts appeared making references to the shoelaces and president posts:
@simonalkenmayer there you go!
Thank god there was no glitter
Alright…
But…
What’s the thing about Cumberbach.
Someone explain that one to me as if I’m a very aged people-eating monster who doesn’t have the full measure of social media yet…
And no glitter.
Simon I couldnt explain if I tried.
That is disappointing to me.
Yall its babey time
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Pretty Babeys!!!!!
saw a post circulating around saying that virgil had animosity towards roman, because of his connection towards remus, personally i think its the other way around.
This is so sad and I agree, I love this.
What was the name of the book???
It has this strange book and it switches scenes from the past around the book, to a kid who found either a single page of the book or the whole thing (I’m not sure). I think he found it on the shelf of an academy library.
I think I remember the book had a greenish cover and was about a boy who finds a special book at a library and has to hide it because people are after it, it flashes between his point of view and the past… I think I remember his sister or something getting Locked In a room in a tower of the academy place he was at, and he was looking for her she had a yellow coat and they said she left and so he started leaving and saw her yellow jacket hanging out a window or something and they called the police to get her out. I think the book used the persons blood to write or it had a clasp of some sort that was like a snake that bit you?????
I’m not sure, but if this sounds familiar in any way to someone and they know what it’s from please let me know.🥲🙏😓 I swear I’m going crazy trying to remember.. the only other person I know who has read it is my sister and she doesn’t remember either.
She said she remembers something about him “imagining” seeing a dragon in a tree? Please anyone out there who knows I’d really appreciate it!🥺
Hey all Imma try to only post art on here from now on… um like drawings, poety, writing.. etc.. just the things I make. I’ll try not to reblog as much on this account, most of the things I reblog from other people will be on my other account @whateverdam33 if anyone wants to follow it they can if not *shrug* just do you boo and I’ll do me❤️❤️🥺🙏 thank you for your time
a toast, to tumblr! 🍻🍺
*spills my apple juice all over the table and immediately passes out, taking five people down with me*
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*sips my apple juice slowly while watching this happen and trying not to laugh*
This is my favorite meme on the internet. More compilations please.
Sometimes humans are just. Good.
Me and my sisters are doing a 6 character challenge and we each gave eachother 6 characters to draw... the characters @
(っ◔◡◔)っ ☆ here is a star for u!! Well done !!! You made it through another day!! Be proud!!
some things we should start romanticising
bike rides, especially when listening to music. the wind in your hair, the songs in your ears, every sound being quiet and living in your own bubble of lyrics. (edit: in some countries this is illegal and it can be dangerous - i had not thought of that and i apologise)
sitting in a bus. you’re going back home, maybe you’re reading a book or just looking outside of the foggy glass.
making tea. warming up the water, bringing it to a simmer and closing the gas, pouring it into a ceramic mug, the perfume of tea leaves: it’s a ritual.
buying a new book. walking in a book store, reading the first page of a book that sounds interesting, choosing a book because of its cover, never having heard of that book.
reading the last page of a book. that one doctor who episode where the doctor says he rips the last page of each book he reads, reading the last line and feeling like all the air in your lungs is gone.
that one specific moment when you are coming back from a party and you’re walking the few last steps before getting home.
writing your name on a new notebook. scribbling messy letters or trying hard to make it look pretty.
tying shoe laces. where are you even going?
picking a flower. getting off the road and into a patch of grass just to pick a yellow wild flower, pressing it in a book, or putting it in a glass of water.
finally getting to bed. the cold bedsheets, closing your burning eyes, the small sounds of the city.
-c. 23.07.20 6.15pm
Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt.
— Meša Selimović
Miracuclass, Playing Among us
Adrien: Guys, I'm an Imposter vote me out.
Max: Funny joke Adrien, but that wont help us figure out who the imposter is.
Adrien: I'm serious. I am voting myself out.
Kim: Max is acting sus.
Alix: Its Max
(and this continued until everyone voted out everyone else and Adrien won without killing anyone.)
based on an actual event
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