Even if the rest of your life is in chaos, try to still take care of yourself where you can! Keep yourself together like an egg-chibird tucked into an avocado toast. 🍳🍞
all those posts about ~tumblr in the olden days~ are always about, like, 2011-2013. whomst else remembers tumblr in 2009?
- no tags
- “(via [url])”
- “[url]:[url]:[url]:[url]:[url]:(via [url])”
- Disqus comments, because there were no text replies
- when you wanted to make a new post it took you to a new page/tab/window (as it should be), rather than opening as an overlay on the dashboard itself (cursed)
- “Autoreblog.”
- you couldn’t reblog posts directly from yourself without an extension (usually Missing e), so you had to either reblog a post you wanted via a sideblog or from someone who’d reblogged it from you
- no asks
- no photosets, just individual images
- hipsters everywhere
- standard capitalization and punctuation all day every day
- titles on text posts
- adding comments to everything you reblogged
- having the kind of conversation you’d otherwise have by text but through the medium of tumblr reblogs with added comments instead
- being mutuals with people you know from high school (some people probably still do this idk)
- Gratuitous Picture of Yourself Wednesday, where you posted a random picture of yourself on a Wednesday — this was the origin of the once-popular “gpoy”/“GPOY” (murdered by “same”; rest in peace), via “GPOYW”
- Smile Friday, where you posted a picture of yourself smiling on a Friday
- if you were particularly ambitious, there was also Semi-Naked Picture Thursday, which was mostly for shirtless pics
- “fuckyeah[insert noun]” blogs
- vestigial lolcats and lolspeak
- blogsecret, dear—, crushes, and other entirely submission-based blogs
- leftover 2008 election memes
- everyone still read xkcd because we were all self-identified “nerds”
- instead of just the t, the icon at the top left of the desktop dashboard was tumblr. and the number of new posts that were waiting for you would show up in a little red bubble next to it
- hating on Twilight because we were all self-identified “nerds” who were “above” that
- these:
- my absolute favorite feature that tumblr has ever had, tumblarity, an arbitrary measure of popularity(?) that went up and down with no apparent connection to your actual activity on tumblr. you could see how your blog ranked both against other blogs in your country and against all blogs on the site. I’m begging you to bring it back, @staff
Please unmute this it is exactly what you think it is and it’s hilarious.
that’s a very good horse
sure he’s well versed in leftist theory but does he do the dishes
this is such a succinct critique of male leftists who think of it as theory only & won’t even get off their ass to clear the table
Confessions of a Serial Killer (1985) by Mark Blair.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, it’s been…I have no idea how long my last confession was. Long time. I guess the main thing I have to confess to right now is I’m a serial killer. Any other confessions I might have seem pretty minor next to that one, really
my broken house: behind me
good things: ahead
a girl named cathy: wants a little of my time
Alternate Career
What would be your chosen field, if you weren’t a nurse, doctor, etc?
I’ll go - I’d be a writer. Maybe one that travels the world with a laptop and camera (and coffee) 💻 🌎 😂
I have a feeling I’d be a poor artist and a poorer writer; I’m rather too introverted to put in the people time to make a creative job work.
Realistically I would have become a lab scientist, teacher or eventually lecturer.
In an alternate universe? A vet.
Epidemiologist, medical illustrator, or occupational therapist
Lawyer
Writer, digital story-teller, stand-up comedian
Midwife.
Ma-ia hi
Ma-ia ho
Ma-ia ha
Ma-ia ha ha
alo
Salut
sunt eu
un… haiduc???
dont you sick fucks make me relive this
SI TE ROG…. IUBIREA MEA PRIMESTE FERICIEEEEEAAAA
ALO?
Alo?
si sunt voinic
Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic😂😂😂
VREI SA PLECI DAR
Nu mă, nu mă ieei
NU MĂ, NU MĂ IEI
nu mă, nu mă, nu mă iei
I have no idea what happened here
Lucky bastard. It’s stuck in my head now
CHIPUL TAU SI DRAGOSTEA DIN TEI
everyone is deleting the caption to this but this work is called “perfect lovers” by the gay artist felix gonzalez-torres. the piece is about the illness and death of his HIV-positive partner ross laycock:
For Untitled (Perfect Lovers) (1991), he synchronized two industrial clocks placed side by side. Inevitably, because batteries fail and things tend toward entropy, the clocks would slowly begin to advance at differing rates, out of sync, having moved, however briefly, perfectly together. (x)
Happy Place 🌷
lmfao
WAIT ISN’T THIS ONE OF THOSE THINGS WHERE MAMA TIGERS PRETEND TO GET SCARED BY THEIR BABIES TO TEACH THEIR BABIES HOW TO HUNT AND GIVE THEM CONFIDENCE
Like you can see Mama Tiger has her ears pointed back to where Baby is so clearly she knows her baby’s back there and is listening in that direction
GOD THIS IS SO CUTE
“A little coffee. A little sunlight. Your troubles will get smaller.”
— Richard Webber (via allofthegreysanatomygifs)
A perfect duet.
You will never escape this video as long as I am alive.
these two should form a duo called Crowboe and go on tour.
Tohogakuen School of Music / Nikken Sekkei ph: Harunori Noda
How many times can your BFF completely devastate you emotionally before you have to let go and move on asking for a friend