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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Stranger Things
will byers stan first human second
Cosimo Galluzzi
titsay
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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if i look back, i am lost
Kaledo Art
Misplaced Lens Cap
oozey mess
RMH
blake kathryn
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Janaina Medeiros
Origami Around
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Diamonds in her eyes, Taylor Swift polishes up real nice in one of her most delightful works yet - Bejeweled!
Coming soon to a theatre near you!
Bejeweled imagined as an old movie, poster designs by me
(please do not repost, thank you!)
and it was so nice, so peaceful and quiet💕
this is a more succinct political commentary than most of the cartoons today
it's death by a thousand cuts
Just saw a very serious tumblr post refer to adults age 25+ as “older adults.” I am begging you kids to go outside and interact with diverse groups of people. Please. It’s for your own good.
The human lifespan, according to tumblr:
Birth to 17.99999999 years: Child. Doesn’t matter where you fall in that range. You are a helpless, innocent child.
18-approximately 21 years: Adult. Full internet privileges!
21-25 years: Sketchy adult. You can stay, but you’re on thin fucking ice.
25 years to end of life: Senior citizen. Old fart. Washed up has-been with nothing to contribute to society who should never socialize below their age bracket. Also probably a pedophile.
taylor are you drunk
group chats with people who aren't your friends are so stressful every time i send a message i have to triple check it to make sure it was what i meant something normal like "yea i can make the dinner" or "that's so funny" and not an accidental misstext like an itemized list with links of all the porn ive consumed in my entire life + a suicide note + a love confession
I cannot express how much I adore dappled shadows formed by sunlight in paintings and photography and in real life
HAVE SEX WITH ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I AM NORMAL AND CAN BE TRUSTED WITH UNMITIGATED ACCESS TO YOUR EXPOSED PENIS
pleas coming from the other side of the glory hole that give me a lot of confidence about how this encounter is going to go
outta the way I'm bout to get some normal exposed penis experiences
MEOW_IRL
Your wish is my command
Oo I’ve got an old one
At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully. Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.
The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll saying "please don't cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures."
Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka's life.
During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.
Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned. “It doesn't look like my doll at all," said the girl.
Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: "my travels have changed me." the little girl hugged the new doll and brought her happy home.
A year later Kafka died. Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:
"Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way."
Met an old teacher today and we got talking about ‘the good old times’ and ten minutes into the conversation I jokingly said the one regret I have from middle school is that I never won anything at her magnificent tombolas? Because, like, she used to hold this game about once a month so we’d learn the numbers in French and it was never big prizes, but as a 12-yo I desperately craved them - a cactus-shaped eraser, a bright blue notebook with slightly larger-than-usual squares, a set of coloured pens - and never ever got a single one of them.
(Actually spent a good few months thinking I was genetically unlucky and researching ancient family curses with my grandma.)
So today I don’t know what I was hoping for - nothing, really?
(I mean, that part of me that’s still twelve was probably expecting this sweet old woman to have a set of glitter stickers in her purse and just go ‘You know what, you’re right - I’ve been saving this one for you all these years, here you go’ but I’m a solidly rational person and I know that’s stupid.)
No, I thought we’d just laugh and it would be a good shared memory and that would be it. Instead, my teacher got flustered and a bit embarrassed and explained the game was rigged. It was never about learning French at all. She’d just noticed some kids couldn’t afford even basic stationery, so she’d buy a few half-fancy items every month with her own money just for them. She didn’t want them to feel different or left out. And obviously the way she used to walk around in the classroom, looking over our shoulders - it wasn’t to prevent cheating. It was because she was cheating herself, wanting to see which number a particular child needed to get a Minnie Mouse pencil case.
Guys - the world is fucked up, but so many people out there are just good and kind and humbly heroic it honestly gives me hope.
It’ll be alright, you’ll see.
