Namen sind Schall und Rauch

„Pass auf, dass du den Himmel nicht mit den Sternen verwechselst, die sich nachts in einem Teich spiegeln.“

[more-than-ideas]

[thoughtkick]

“Never give up hope. Things can change overnight, and problems can dissolve in the light of a new day’s sun.”

— Leon Brown

[titsay]

[bobbole]

[overclassy]

[loubis-and-champagne]

X

[fairycosmos]

hey is anyone else sick of having to adapt to horrible conditions over and over again

[background-character-341]

For all its faults Tumblr has truly ruined all other social media for me because my friends all have Instagram and are all trying to get me on Instagram more but every time I open Instagram there are like fifteen things screaming for my attention and when I get over myself long enough to start scrolling it's like. Where is my chronological dash. Where is the following-only option. Who are these people. Why are there so many videos. Everyone is screaming at me. And then before I know it I'm thirty minutes into scrolling and I haven't seen a single thing that I actually care about. At least on Tumblr when I see stuff I don't care about I know someone I follow has found a new interest.

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

Will it ever get better?

Soon

[antlered-vixen]

I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."

[zagrebinaa]

[karolinactually]

[wetheurban]

Whatever you accomplished this week is enough. Life is a lot right now. Give yourself grace.

[more-than-ideas]

Andrew Urwin

[whanderlost]

veronica

[icaseybaybee]

[rpfisfine]

I’m the first and last person in my bloodline with a tumblr blog

[arabellesicardi]