the saint of never getting it right

this looks like a poster for Grease

opened the comments on a post and tumblr somehow had a half written comment already autofilled from the last time I saw that post. which was at least two years and several computers ago. what does this site's back end look like

tumblr is going to gain sentience 100 years before any fuckass genAI comes close. this site runs on mold spores.

there are many things tumblr as a whole has to learn but one of them is “someone can reblog a post without them endorsing every action the op has ever taken, we are not beholden to do background checks on the producers of every shitpost on the internet”

a mutual made this point and a prominent youtuber tried to dox her

if you've ever pet more than a few dogs you'd Know what dog residue is

this is literally the 92 bulls

MICHAEL JORDAN DID NOT HAVE DEATH RAYS COME OUTTA HIS HAND

it’s called a fade away jumper

The time will pass anyway

playing the nautiloid again bc it’s that kind of week but i got too mad at how if i didn’t play a short character there would be no short races in the party so i downloaded a mod to make shadowheart a gnome. and i don’t know if i can ever go back

I think part of getting better is complete ego death. Like you’re not above setting a timer for 5 minutes and focusing on a task. You’re not above doing a very simple 3 minute workout to start. You’re not above reading for 10 minutes a day when you first get out of your reading slump, even if you used to read for hours. You’re not above starting slow and then building up to where you want to be/where you once were. What you are above is total inertia. Doing something really is better than doing nothing. Radically accept where you are, radically accept your limits, and go from there. Don’t let your ego get in the way.

save me, rice mixed with some bullshit

wouldnt it be nice to travel to places with friends. sad that its only something that exists in fiction

I think that if I unsubscribe I should stop getting the emails

well maybe you should blearily wake up at 5:08 in the pre-dawn light and find the sleeping soft tiny mammal body of your cat just inches from your head like a miracle too beautiful for speech, and you should rustle one hand out from your blankets to rub fingertip circles across the warm eggshell dome of her little velvet-wrapped skull and on the bristly patches just where the cups of her ears begin, and as she inclines her head into your fingers and purrs without ever opening her little eyes you should feel a love so tender that you understand how that love could have reached out from the fireside into the inky spangled nights long gone to reach her, and then you'll feel better

[Image ID: Tumblr tag from hotTubSharts reading: and then maybe she'll wake you again at 6 to the sound of her puking on the floor. maybe /End ID]