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Every April 30th, like clockwork.
At least I know that the people of tumblr will never let me down.

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THE LAST DAY GUYS
Every April 30th, like clockwork.
At least I know that the people of tumblr will never let me down.
Okay but fr the deepest feeling of betrayal is when the contractions from your orgasm signal period cramps to start let's be real for a sec
Imagine 2012 tumblr blogs shipping these two posts together and like a 5 mile long post with fanart, fanfiction, and a kickstarter to make this a tv show/comic
watching steven universe is the polar opposite of eating pussy
literally every kind of tumbler discourse is happening in the notes of this
this kid’s post and his replies to people’s questions are so pure I’m sobbing
So you know that feeling where you just spend an entire day watching your favorite YouTubers and the video ends and you realize that you aren't actually hanging out with them and doing cool stuff and having a life and are surrounded by friends and instead you're actually just using the videos to distract yourself from the fact that you're depressed and don't have a life or friends and pretty much on the verge of crying.
Also the feeling when you haven't listened to music in a few days really cuz you're depressed and you listen to a bop song and you're reminded of your humanity almost violently and it feels like somebody took defibrillators to your heart and got it working again
My gf’s cat, Potato. The SPCA said her fur was really matted when they got her. The day she brought her home and 5 months later. From french fry to tator tot.
A precious floofin
you know tumblr is bad but at least it’s not like facebook where people you know personally have their names, addresses, phone numbers, and a list of places they’ve worked publicly available for anyone to access, and yet they still have the audacity to get in fights about who’s cousin fucked who and share racist minion memes 100% seriously
little florida things: friend finds a vhs of the lion king 2 simba’s pride on the street and opens it up to find that it’s full of ramen noodles
I vented on my spam and almost instantly i get a sarahah message saying I should stop posting negative things on insta and I promised I would that. So now I'm forced to keep it all to myself bc nobody cares enough to even hear it at all and even told me to stop venting so
but if you walk the footsteps of a stranger, you’ll learn things you never knew you never knew.
Velma with the shits.
me pressing this stupid lamp at 1am to wake that bitch up