Hello Tumblr people! Who takes the internet takes the universe. But bad news everyone, cause guess who? Ha! Listen, you lot you're all clicking about. It's really very distracting. Could you all just stay still a minute because I AM BLOGGING! Now the question of the hour is, "Who's got the internet?" Answer: We do. Next question: Who's coming to take it from us? Come on! Look at us! No plan, no back-up, no weapons worth a damn! Oh, and something else we don't have: Anything to lose! So! If you're sitting up there in your silly little government seats with all your silly little laws and you've got any plans on taking the internet tonight, just remember who's standing in your way! Remember every protest we stopped you and then, and then ... do the smart thing: Let somebody else try first.
so interesting news but after using both for a bit, while they initially seemed the same, it has become clear that the right tumblr app takes place in a timeline where 9/11 did not happen
is it better there
you might think so but you’ll never believe what happened on 9/12
fathers casually dropping the craziest lore of their lives in the middle of a conversation
My brother and I trying to piece together our dad’s life based on random info he casually brings up once and then never mentions again
When my great grandpa was on his deathbed my grandpa (his son) was with him and says his last words were “I told them they shouldn’t have hanged that woman. Well by damn they’re paying now” and no one in my family knows what the fuck that means
My grandmother was harassing me about the dangers of online dating, and my grandpa was like, “Oh fer crying out loud, leave her alone. My parents met online, she’ll be fine.” Apparenly my great grandparents were both telegraph operators who would chat over the line in between messages and fell in love and my great grandma moved halfway across the country to marry a dude she met over the telegraph.
No one alive in the family had ever heard this story until like 70+ years later when I happened to start seeing a dude from OK Cupid.
what the fuck is going on this year. january through june didnt happen. july is a distant memory. august and september were the longest months of my life. october ended in 5 seconds. why is november here already this isn’t right
It’s the season erosion from the climate crisis, combined with a hyperindividualistic and stress-bound society. It warps your sense of time.
awesome. how do i stop all that though
Not sure if this is a vent post or if you want genuine advice so feel free to ignore this but:
You should throw more parties. There is this anthropology theory that a healthy society has 8 major celebrations through the year (start of each season and 4 in between those), but through a combination of things (capitalism, secularisation, etc) we lost most of them. This is one of the reasons why halloween has become so popular in Europe: we desperately need a party between summer vacation and Christmas and nobody celebrates all saints anymore.
I’m not saying we should return to the Christian holidays, but you should go and find some memorable moments through the year, get together with some friends, and celebrate them! Are you into space? Celebrate the moon landing and laika! Are you into witchcraft? Celebrate the solstices! Did you friend did something funny one day that you all still talk about? Celebrate that day! Give every month its own party and celebrate it with friends, so that when everything becomes a blur of stress and misery you have those dates to track the passage of time with!
Hey, people. Today we’re cooking a little puppy to serve with the rice we have over there. We let it simmer for a while.
Ten minutes later, there it is, a bit brown, we stir it a little and let it simmer for another 10 minutes.
Now it must be almost done… Yeah, it’s almost done to perfection. I’m gonna give it 5 seconds more… Uh? My mother’s calling, I’m gonna check what does she want.
Oh, damn it…! I left it like 5 minutes… (gasps) it’s burned, it’s burned it'sburnedit'sburnedit'sburned. We’ll have to leave this recipe for other day. No, look how it ended up! it’s charred, completely charred
