I LOVE THEM! ALL CAPS RAGE LOVE THEM!
No moar silly slideshows. Now Lovely mosaics! I’ll be lIke alAska anD capiToliZe What i waNt.
And if you click on the pictures they take over the page and then you can see captions and shizz.
My speech becomes more dignified as I age, doncha think?
Pce. (<-Adam headpalms (<—-Adam also insists arrows include three dashes (<-Adam is very demanding… and wrong)))
P.S. I LOVE TAGS SO MUCH. I mean, srlsly. (<-I admit that was just a random string of letters)
I’ve realized lately that I’m really not that interested in a lot of things that show up on my dashboards. So today I decided to clean up the list of blogs I followed. I unfollowed blogs that don’t post anymore but that I still like, and saved them in bookmarks. I did the same thing with blogs that post a lot of things I like, or things I like but don’t feel like seeing right now. It feels good to get rid of some of the gifs and reblogging type sites, even though I enjoyed their content from time to time. Hopefully I will now be able to see more artwork, and posts written by my friends, and blog-owner-created-content. I’m actually quite excited about this, my dashboard is going to be fantastic, yet I’ll still be able to easily find any of the blogs I like which post hoards of photographs, quotes etc. Yippee!
You can suck it, because he is the definition of love. And its root. And its origin.
Sincerely,
His synonym
Almendra is so clever, and my favourite and also may laugh at the fact that I totally dreamed about tumblr in between dreaming about sleeping late and missing my Chemistry tutorial and learning about the Photoelectric Effect from the guy who discovered it in a thrift store with a demonstration that makes no sense now that I’m awake and then being chased (what?). Anyways, lets not actually be late for chemistry, kay?
I really adore the writing on this blog.
I swear, your breakdown was like watching my favourite building crumble. So I stepped through your rubble and began stacking safety bricks for both of us.
so I’m making another no tumblr/facebook pact. As much as I would love to be posting pictures of movember, prof quotes, the ridiculous antics of my my friends and looking at photos, liking/hearting things, reading poignant revelations, and in general be amused/inspired/shocked by the internet it simply cannot happen for the next while. A few minutes online now and then is fine by all means but seeing that I can’t seem to limit to that I’ll talk to you all around Christmas time – when I’ll hopefully post some creations and some ramblings on mixed up feelings. Oh yeah, for good measure I’ll toss xkcd, stumbleupon, the daily what, mlia, blogs other then tumblr and fml on to the no go list, in order to ensure true productivity. Games on the internet and off of phones are also prohibited. Postsecret, however, will still be allowed since that’ll be a nice 5 minute break on Sunday. Breaks will still be allowed but they will not be online.
Responsibility, oh joy.
Parameters. Setting them is good. (Except in Linear Algebra – then they’re just a pain)
Anyways, happy finals everyone!
Sometimes I have this feeling that everyone on tumblr has the same identity. There’s no doubt there are communities of people on here, but something goes beyond that. I see over and over the same views, emotions, heartache, fears being expressed. Or maybe take the derivative of that, it’s the tone that is the same. It’s the worst and best thing. What better place to find consolation that you aren’t alone, that you’re warped opinions, your sense of style and life are shared by others, even if they’re oceans away. There’s something poetic about having the same poetry in our hearts. Expressing ourselves, not with the same words, but with the same rhythm. There is something terribly uniform and comforting about this community, even though I only hang on the edge of it. I mean, I see many of the ladies which I follow reblogging and writing to one another. The familiarity and love between them is evident.
So, while some get tired of the bokeh and cupcakes, the quotes with 896 notes, and the many other tumblr cliches, I cherish the sincere confessions, the hand shaped art, and the words written with open hearts, whether sick with grief or jubilant with a successful photo-shoot.
It really bothers me when you don’t post queued items. I also dislike that searching for tags only sort of works. Please notify me when my posts are reblogged all the time, instead of just when you feel like it. I would also like you to try extra hard to add notes to the appropriate posts when people reblog and/or like something. Despite all of your shortcoming I quite enjoy working with you, so just think of this as a friendly reminder of what will make this relationship work best.
Love,
Kamilah