the dangers of the dread Tumblr joke
Everyday I’m given at least one example of tumblr being stupid and easily offended.
I dunno what it is with you people, but you’re either really dumb or you’re the worst of the worst or something.
I’m pretty sure you’re the reason adventure time is censored in austrailia and why we have 4kids.
It’s your fault tumblr.
It’s entirely your fault.
Everytime I see this all I see is, “look how sensitive, stupid, and socially awkward I am. I don’t understand anything about anything and you should stop being like that because I’m more important then you and what you like.”
raargh also no callum this is not you I just like the hairstyle
blebl.
You wana touch my hair spuds? Maybe sniff it a little?
It’s real soft.
eehhh,
I really wish I could own the complete, like, dvd set of the studio ghibli works.
But they’re so expensive.
They’re so expensive and they don’t need to be because fuck if it doesn’t cost anything for them to be recreated- I KNOW HOW TECHNOLOGY WORKS. MIYZAKAI. DISNEY. YOU CAN’T KEEP CHARGING OUT RAGEOUS PRICES FOR DVDS.
40 DOLLARS FOR 1 DVD IS LIKE ALMOST AN ENTIRE DAYS WAGE.
THATS A LOT OF MONEY.
I COULD BUY SO MUCH FOOD FOR THAT.
THIS IS WHY WE PIRATE STUFF.
Eleanor Davis (Click for second half!)
This is going to sound incredibly depressing, but I’m almost never happy and If anything thats how I really think it should be.
Up until recently people didn’t even know they were supposed to be happy and people just “existed.” I’ll laugh at jokes, I’m not depressed, I’m not upset or anything I’m just a being.
I don’t see happiness as a goal or a mission or something that I constantly need to be healthy. I just see happiness as a pleasant surprise in a world I didn’t ask to be put in but at the same time don’t exactly want to be taken out of.
Happiness, sadness, madness, whatever the fuck is in the middle of all those things. None of either of these things should you be feeling 24/7 thats just stupid. And that includes being happy.
I mean, ask yourself. Why do you want to be happy? Is Happy really what you think it is? Can’t you just be “nothing” for a little bit? Why does everything have to be a pirsuit?
Eat a fucking ice cream sandwich or something. Christ.
I still remember this scene from when I was just a babby.
And I still like it today, because honestly everybody will probably think this is lame and gay and big ol’ faggot for enjoying it.
But we don’t really have “friends” in western society. We just have people we’re willing to deal with so we can step over them in order to get to the top.
We’re more like lobsters in a bucket- constantly pulling each other down in order to get out of the bucket.
NOT DIS SHIT.
Hey tumblr, you want to talk?
When I was growing up there really wasn’t any negative stigma against homosexuality or bisexuality.
Like, it seemed like gay bashing was a thing that happened in far off lands over in America land and for the most part I was right: we lived near homosexuals, bisexuality was just a “thing” and everybody just agreed that your sexuality was your own damn business and understood that it really didn’t have any place beyond that.
So now I’m older, wiser, sexier, and I’m wondering to myself.. what is my orientation? Do I even “need” an orientation? Like.. I dunno, It seems I can be attracted to anything “Vaguely” female. So that’s got me to thinking maybe I’m not pan or bi or whatever and I’m just an opportunistic heterosexual or something ridiculous. But even then I’ve got a mood for every occasion.
And the funny thing is, I wouldn’t even care if it weren’t for pride parades or all this stupid “gay community” nonsense pressuring me to “discover” what I am?
I was always pretty just happy under the impression that my sexuality was a compass and it was perfectly fine to fuck, romance, date, or love anything I found attractive and not have to identify with anyone specific?
I can’t help but think I’m in one of those “inuit” scenarios:
A Missionary gets questioned by an Inuit. The Inuit asks, “What does your god do to people who don’t accept him?” The missionary respond, “eternal damnation.”
The Inuit then goes on to ask, “What about the innocent or ignorant?” and he in turn answers, “The innocent of god are spared obviously.”
The Inuit all flustered finally retorts, “Then why did you even tell me?”
