I Refuse To Give Up My Optimistic Mood So Here Is My List:

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People seriously have to learn the difference between socialism and communism

The average tumblr experience is yelling into a void and then sometimes the void yells back. If you get lucky you might get an echo friend.

Also, tumblr fame is like being the main subject of a towns gossip mill. 2/3 of the people don't even know who you are, and it's not like they even care, it's not the point anyways.

Like, somebody waltzes into the town market in a Mothman costume. Nobody will actually give a shit if it was Margaret's grandson, or Mariann's third niece twice removed, because somebody waltzed into the town market in a Mothman costume!!!

It's not who you are but what you did.

Im sorry but it is so funny how people outside of tumblr view us. Like why are the tiktokers treating tumblr like some professional ass website you need to do extensive prep before you begin posting on. And the follower farming advice is so fucking funny to me when this is the website where people actively hate getting new followers

Ad-block advertising redirect scams are a next level evil

Plot twist option A

There is a secret B day party they prepared for him in the kitchen and they picked Dick to lure B in,, And look, Dick saw an opportunity and took it,, He just loves to be the cause for Bruce's receding hairline okay?

Plot twist option B

There is a disaster going down in the library so big, that all the things listed would be minor inconvenience compared to it. It's like an absolute full scale Catastrophy and Dick needs at least 10 more minutes to get a hold on the situation and tone it down to a presentable state.

Bruce: Alright, I left the room for six minutes- can someone fill me in?

Dick: Well, so... Tim almost died like three times, we can't find Cass, Jason caused a fire... Also, I'm supposed to be distracting you from going into the kitchen because of reasons I can't say.

Yes, do it.

biggest reason i make so many flop posts on here is because everything i do reeks of the desperation to make a popular tumblr post. this is deliberate, because it is what protects me from ACTUALLY making a popular tumblr post. so long as i crave it, tumblr fame will never find me. it is only when i turn away, and accept my fate of obscurity, that people will lay their eyes upon me. and it WILL be because i tripped and fell on my stupid face while i was turning

Get you a man who can do both

There's two types of writers

1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'

2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'

Vibe: deep amber

Wine: blood red

Mood: writing silly gay fanfic

My mumma is a punk and she doesn't even know. I luv her so much!!!

It's punk to compost, in a world filled with trash.

It's punk to be fat, in a world that wants you to keep getting smaller.

It's punk to ride an old bike, drive an old car, patch your old clothes with different colored thread, cut up old sheets for rags instead of using paper towels, and make stuffed animals out of scrap fabric, in a world that wants you to just "order it off amazon".

It's punk to tend a messy, overgrown, weed-filled garden. Tomatoes grow right next to dandelions.

It's punk to can the veggies from your messy garden and give your neighbors delicious tomato soup in the depths of winter.

It's punk to make a bird feeder and look out the window to take a break from your screen.

It's punk to wear your "Let Trans Kids Play" shirt to a college basketball game where there are no trans players, because a trans kid in the crowd will see it and maybe (this year) decide to join the team.

It's punk to have wrinkles, when the world wants you to stop aging at 23.

It's punk to go to your local library.

It's punk to take your kids to your local library.

It's punk to take your kids to a pride parade, a sit-in, a land-back ceremony, an accessible trunk-or-treat, a soup kitchen.

It's punk to plant trees. It's punk to PROTECT trees.

It's punk save for solar panels, someday.

It's punk to hope, whenever you can.

Huh,, so good people aren't just a myth after all??

A few days ago I discovered this poor little guy laying on the train tracks at my local station, I took it upon myself to rescue him, clean him, and reunite him with his owner.

u/YuyaBestBoy