If you start with “Hey slut”, “Hey f*g”, “Hi slave”, or anything along those lines, and then expect me to give over information to you so you can promote your “BDSM Lifestyle”, fuck the way off and don’t even bother. Robot fucking scammer asses…
From The New Anecdota Americana, 1944
diversity win! this farmer is poly
The number of people in the notes who forgot/didn’t know that ‘hand’ is short for ‘farmhand’ and just assumed that the farmer for some reason had a sapient detached hand is sending me
I don’t trust anybody who creates an entire social media or blog dedicated to how much they hate one specific thing, person, or whatever
That ain’t being a quirky hater; that’s just being an obsessively toxic jackass
today on the train home the guy next to me was on his phone and at one point i saw him go on tumblr and he just had like. a normie dash. like it was all photography. of nature and architecture. he was using tumblr the way a heterosexual landscaper for rich people might use instagram. i actually had to watch his screen for a few seconds to be sure it really was tumblr because i was so taken aback by the content he was viewing. this is why algorithmless websites are so beautiful btw because i genuinely didn't know that this side of tumblr even existed. he didn't even so much as scroll past any text posts.
one time a few years ago i was standing in the doorway of the skytrain and this guy was standing across from me. it was dark out, so all you could see in the windows was the reflection of the inside of the train. from where i was standing, the reflection of the guy's phone was directly in my eyeline so of course i couldn't help but look. for the entire 15 minute trip, all he was doing was scrolling through tumblr looking at nothing but picture after picture of women's feet. every once in a while he'd pause, like a post, and keep scrolling. not a single text post, video, etc. just feet.
sent an ass pic to a guy visiting from england and got the most unwaveringly british response
