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not to alarm anyone but we have 2026 next week
post to see if i still use tumblr in 5 years
scheduled on november 10th, 2020
My god I wish more people understood this.
never underestimate my ability to stare out a window and not speak for hours on a car ride
I forgot to feed my abstractions until they starved to death. My bad. I tried to flush their bodies down the toilet but they concretized in the pipes and now my tap water is full of crud.
I hate when I open a drawing app and try drawing something and then it looks bad. to solve this issue instead of opening my drawing app I simply lay down, do nothing, and feel a combination of guilt/shame. this is a skill I am much more practiced at
wait, so it's like gambling?
it appears so!
that's so awesome I really gotta make more art
Whoever invented "open in app" links that redirect you to the app store instead of actually opening the app even when you already have the app installed on your phone should be involuntarily turned into a beanbag chair
Cafe Depresso Bratislava
it sucks that you can only die once and its permanent.. imagine the kinda sex we could be innovating if that wasnt the case
online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
I want to see the fall of LinkedIn during my lifetime
This counts as vent art.
t shirt that says i've misunderstood many social interactions
on the back: please tell me whats going on in a clear and concise manner
seriously just get outside once in a while. i promise it’s worth it. you don’t have to take a walk even. just remember that outside is there
when did “lmao” become shorthand or w/e for “i’m fucking suffering”
lamenting my anguish online