Feb 17
i’m not trying to complain because i’m grateful to have any followers at all but the discrepancy between my tiktok and instagram numbers is insane 😭 i’m at almost 6k on tiktok and not even 600 on instagram it’s a little disheartening 🥀
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i’m not trying to complain because i’m grateful to have any followers at all but the discrepancy between my tiktok and instagram numbers is insane 😭 i’m at almost 6k on tiktok and not even 600 on instagram it’s a little disheartening 🥀
Instagram HATES when you try to use it from the web browser. They hate it so much they will NOT let you doomscroll through the browser. The reels will stop loading and they will suddenly "have problems loading the video" well jokes on YOU bitch i specifically use you on my browser to limit my doomscrolling HAHA SUCK IT
My Instagram Reels algorithm finally started showing me trans content after years of hoping it would but because the algorithm is shit and doesn’t understand what being trans means like a third of it is transfem furry content which is fine and all but I’m not transfem or a furry so I don’t really want to watch a dog explain how estrogen works but the only way to tell Instagram I don’t want to watch those videos is by not watching them so the algorithm learns but I am still watching them like every single time because I want to know if these are different transfem furries or if it’s just the same one every time and sometimes the video is kind of good but that also means Instagram thinks I want to keep watching them so it keeps giving me them and the cycle continues
Why am I getting love spells on my feed? I’m aromantic?
It’s like using a magnet to draw in plastic, we don’t do that here
Anyone Else Feeling Worn Out by Instagram?
Instagram feels like more of a challenge these days, with algorithms becoming unpredictable and lacking the intuitive energy that aligns with being a human user.
Gone are the days of it being an authentic space to truly create, connect, and be seen. The pressure to curate the perfect feed, follow trends, or even pay for visibility has become draining—especially for small business owners. I miss the days when we could share what we loved and build community authentically, without constantly thinking about numbers or staying relevant in the fast tides of the algorithm.
Is anyone else feeling the same? It seems like Instagram has lost its original vibe, and I’m craving spaces where creativity can flow naturally again. Tumblr feels refreshing—no pressure, just a place to be authentic.
It makes me feel so warm inside. My teen self gets to return to the place where her love of photography and emotional intelligence developed many moons ago in my lonely rural hometown, where Tumblr was my refuge and a place to connect with others like me.
What I love about Tumblr today is the peacefulness that comes after posting. It feels like you’re part of something, rather than having visibility anxiety.
There’s a real sense of authenticity and connection, none of the pressure that leaves you second-guessing every move. It’s a platform where creativity feels free, and I’m glad to be back again!
How are you all finding it? Are you exploring other platforms and moving away from the stress of Instagram?
My Instagram algorithm knows me better than my family members
Quitting Instagram, Twitter, and Snapchat was one of the best decisions I ever made. Here on Tumblr things are so chill and people rarely bother you and you're rarely bothered by them. You just exist in your lil tumblog bubble and there's no pressure to compete for popularity and likes.
content creator
what am i, to the search function? what is my bleeding heart, my calloused hands, the sob in the gap between my ribs and my lungs, to the ticking of the reblog count?
i post art. i refresh my activity page every five minutes for three days, aching for engagement. a wordless reblog. a like from a bot. are you going to publish your writing, asks my coworker when I tell her that I am a poet.
I am, I say. I send my finished writing to my friends. #timezone reblog. look at me. look at my art.
look at my content. i post content to be nestled in between memes and asks. at the wrong time, perhaps. with the wrong tags, perhaps. i post content, I-
engage with me.
what is content, without an audience? what is an artist, if not content? what, to the algorithm, is poetry not reblogged within x hours?
recommended for you: an artist’s pleading cry. another’s lifetime.
after all, what is content unmanaged? what is an artist not posting on twitter, on tumblr, on instagram, carefully relatable, polished humanity? are you not a content creator? are you not that which chokes your own art before it ever leaves your palms so it might be worth a share?
- tick, tick, tick, goes the engagement counter. tick, tick, tick, goes the clock. come. consume me.