Don't worry about it

there's something so deeply dystopian to me how tech companies don't understand that a forced convenience is not a convenience at all. i'm sure autocorrect is helpful for many, but a function that forcibly changes my actual written words and punctuation is taking away my language. photo filters can be nice but i need to choose using them myself or else i have lost the ability to take the picture i want. i don't want a machine to draw or write for me. taking away the option for me to do things manually feels like violence!!!! all this talk of endless opportunity, why are you RESTRICTING me

disgustedly throws youtube autodubbing onto the pyre pile

usually when you have a stomach bug your body is like yes sir we'll get this punk out of here, 48 hours tops. then you get a cold and your body is like I dunno ... between a few hours and eleven months ... maybe a week minimum .... you gotta understand we're short staffed

I've got to find myself more macrophage

Now Hiring: macrophages

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yes teenage girls can be dramatic and wild but honestly have u ever even seen what happens when u tell a grown man ‘no’

ok you know what mommy’s sick and tired of your poor reading comprehension

"There's millions of Tumblr users" to you. To me There's only about 12 and we all reblog the same five posts from each other

every so often i remember how awesome the modern interconnected multicultural world is. i grew up getting to hear fairy tales from all over the world. africa, asia, europe, america. everywhere in between. i can have bagels for breakfast, curry for lunch, and ramen for dinner without even leaving the city limits. music and art and philosophy and technology that originated thousands of miles and years apart from eachother have come together and interwoven into something greater than the sum of its parts. its hard not fall into despair when thinking about the horrors but god. god the wonders.

Girls can have a berserk mode as a treat. fangs and glowing eyes and animalistic snarling are good enrichment for girls.

"we detected a mature post" yeah I'm in my 30s

I don't think anything will ever better represent my experience of being a child better than one time in like 2nd grade when I told a teacher's assistant, "I'm not stupid, you're being very condescending, please let me do my math worksheet myself" and she immediately replied, "That's a really big word, do you know what it means?"