We used to have to take pictures with like. a camera. and then connect it to a computer with a usb to transfer them. to upload to photobucket . im literally shaking
nobody tell op about having to take literal rolls of film to walmart and then wait 2 weeks to find out whether your finger was in the way
For a second I didn’t realize it meant “high” as in a stoner–I thought “High Geologist” was like a rank of geologist or something and he was insulted you would challenge him to naming stones
being a longtime follower of an average Tumblr blog is like walking into a cafe for a cup of coffee once and then continuing to go there every morning for nine years even though it’s now a mattress store
and every now and again the shopkeeper just hands you a cup of coffee, just never when you expect it
if you want to revitalize your relationship with tumblr just abandon it and go be exclusively on twitter for a year and that year is 2020. like choosing to shut yourself in a dark box scrambling your own brain with a cobbler’s awl for 18 hours a day. nightmare slide projector of apocalyptic “news” flickering unstoppably past your eyeballs until your blood is so thick with stress hormones that you’re essentially circulating pure meth, and the resulting derangement makes you think it is your Responsibility To Post because of Awareness. not here, baby! i love to scroll for an hour and see nothing but gifs from obscure early-‘00s luca marinelli movies. oh, sure, you apparently can’t put the word “butt” in the tags anymore, but that’s barely a blip on the radar of ridiculous social media platform choices. this is the garden of fucking eden to me now
