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@heyjealoussea
what if i started posting on tumblr again?
the song “hey, jealousy” is really quite fucked up.
“sry not sry, I got too drunk, now you gotta let me impose on you and you gotta let me sleep here”
there’s no way to tactfully talk about the decline of a social networking site on that site itself. but I really miss the people here on tumblr. I just tweeted ‘“save your generation” is the worst jawbreaker song’ and there’s like 4 people who follow me there who will get it (pete & his gf, christine, mikena). I thought of people who don’t know the band jawbreaker (most of my followers there, not most of my followers here). I had a brief glimpse of what it was like to perceive that band-name without knowing what they sound like. this is unusual, because they’re a big cultural signifier. from ages, say, 10 to 27 (now), I’ve known who they are except for a few years at the beginning. I remember message boards heaping praise upon that band.
it feels pretentious to write this much. I think twitter has jaded me in that way (and other ways). in other ways, it’s made my less jaded. i’ve gotten involved in local politics because of local twitter, here in boulder.
instagram is great, but it’s inherently visual (duh). I posted photos of text even though I know few people read them. I should start taking photos again. i mean: i should start “doing photography” (as if *that* is not pretentious)
talking about things I’ve tweeted that I’ve wished were on tumblr, I tweeted pete a little while ago telling him that the time period between now and when Lifetime’s self-titled came out (2007) is longer than the time period between Jersey’s Best Prancers (1997) and their self-titled.
I still won’t accept that the Weakerthans broke up.
all fucked up and nowhere to go
on the inside of you and i, burning out our true desires with spit and fire. open up your chest put my hand inside it's dishwater warm, smooth as porcelain, and it flakes away like red rust take those lazy drugs away turn to me instead i'm dishwater warm, smooth as porelain, and i'll flake away like red rust. everything expires tonight there's no denying: even you and i will die, so why are we hesitating? knowing that you've opened up yourself to me is no victory, but a consolation prize will suffice tonight. everything expires, but tonight there's no denying. maybe you and i should try all the things we are too scared to try.
Solitude did increase my perception. But here’s the tricky thing—when I applied my increased perception to myself, I lost my identity. With no audience, no one to perform for, I was just there. There was no need to define myself; I became irrelevant. The moon was the minute hand, the seasons the hour hand. I didn’t even have a name. I never felt lonely. To put it romantically: I was completely free.
Christopher Thomas Knight, who claims to have lived completely alone for 27 years. (via fifidunks)
i miss seeing parasol
I miss people from tumblr. msg me your Instagram or Twitter handle (or I’ll send you mine) if you wanna stay connected
i just realized that the song "10 things" by paul baribeau was a major catalyst in ~turning my life around~. pretty embarrassing, but i want to share it
you won't have to stop saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
the exfoliation culture on this site freaks me out
Whether those of us unable to cast a vote for Hillary Clinton are decried as privileged, petulant, tire fires, sexist (because only she deserves to be the …
“In 2016, the long-accepted Lesser Evilism climaxes with a disturbing absence of a lesser evil for either of the corporate parties to push. A party that positions itself as “less bad” has no legitimacy in bullying anybody into voting for their candidates because said candidates might be slightly better for the marginalized.”
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You just have to be sure you're doing the right thing... I mean it's very easy to forget. She's just sitting there in the pub with her new friends, And her new life and her new hair, And it might’ve been five years but you'd know just to look at her.
I wasn't even sure it was her at first, I was ready to walk away. But she smiled and called me over And we said hello for a bit.
When we went back to our tables We tried not to look over at each other, And told our friends to stop staring. I didn't see her for the rest of the night. But by closing time the beer's kicked in. So I go up and speak to her. We end up going for a walk and talking about our new homes, Our new jobs, our new friends, and our new birds.
She said she's been going out with him now For about two and a half years. But they don't live together so he'd never find out. And you think about chasing her about school
When you were wee and lying in your bed And listening to love songs And pretending they were about you And the first time you asked her out She said no.
But one night you went to a wedding And when you came back to the pub She's changed her mind and you went out. You remember the way she swung her arms When she held your hand But you can't remember how she kissed. And now you've got the chance to find out...
But you have to remember there's this other kiss. She's sitting at home, wondering where you are and what you're doing And you work hard on this kiss and you know it inside out It's as much yours as it is hers
And it took a long time to get right. It took months of practice, And months of embarrassment but now you've got it perfected. And you've been looking forward to that kiss all week.
You can see her breath in the air between your faces As you stand in the leaves. And she just asks you straight out If you want to come and stay at her flat.
But you make sure you get separate taxis. And you go home and there might be a slight regret, And maybe you wonder what you missed... But you have to remember the kiss that you worked so hard on, And you'll know you've done the right thing.
I may be younger but I'll look after you We're not in love, but I'll make love to you When you're not here, I'll save some for you I'm not him but I'll mean something to you I'll mean something to you I'll mean something to you You got a roommate, he'll hear what we do It's only awkward if you're fucking him too
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