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you are a living magnet. if it’s on your mind, it will be in your reality 🎀💕
Tumblr is nicer than Substack in a way that it’s a lot easier to find/make a community on here. Everyone over there swears they are Shakespeare or Sylvia Plath.
disclaimer: I still enjoy Substack; it’s a nice alternative to over stimulating media and some of the articles I’ve read on there are really informative. it’s def not as performative as say, Instagram is. I kind of rate it on a similar base as Pinterest and Tumblr. Whereas tumblr is higher in self disclosure and lower in media richness.
I think the people genuinely yearn for spaces in real life where they can have their “Jubilee middle ground” moment. Of course, continue to write out your articles on Substack, they aren’t any less valuable. I would love to see some of these get posted in a newspaper or a magazine of some sort.
People are yearning for something to hold on to, something to touch, to feel. Something to treasure!! I love digital media. I love videos and documentaries, but sometimes you can just feel the value of something someone wrote or created with their bare hands just for you. This is why people hold on to birthday cards, love letters, photos, film, statues, art, old magazines, newspapers. They can be destroyed, but not by an accidental click of a button, you know?
i love being delusional sometimes and thinking about what it’d be like to meet my blorbos like if it was ali i’m pretty sure we’re gonna be trash talking the englishmen 24/7 or spend 90% of our time dissecting each other’s dialects like it’s a sacred ritual
There is no chance encounter. Destiny doesn't work like the lottery. There is no random in the mechanism of universe. Each plot twist is carefully devised. Your every breath and footstep is preordained for the grand collision of love. When the feeling of connection is deeply mutual, then that's no accident. Destiny is telling it clear and loud - you need to water the seeds well so that a garden may spring forth...
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So update on my Ancunín Sims family: Anya's a young adult now and moved out to go to college (I think I have her studying physics), but she still drops by the house often so I gave her keys to the house so she can come and go as she pleases.
I started playing on her lot and guess who comes to visit often
ASTARION 😭
Music fucks me, turning me inside out Holds me from myself, suffocating all doubt I'd starve for it, I'd die for it, I'd bleed for it