Question?
Est ce que quelqu'un peut m'expliquer les critères de Tumblr pour classer des avatars en contenu potentiellement adulte alors que desfois il n'y a rien ?

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Question?
Est ce que quelqu'un peut m'expliquer les critères de Tumblr pour classer des avatars en contenu potentiellement adulte alors que desfois il n'y a rien ?

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Step 6: Fall
I want to write a novel, and it goes like this.
When I was born, I was a baby. I didn’t understand what anyone was saying. I couldn’t say anything for months. I was cold, and I missed the thumping of my mother’s heart more than anything.
My skin was brown. My lips were dry. I wanted to cry, and to laugh, and I was so tired that my head could not be held up by the feeble muscles of my neck.
When I was nine, I was a child. I loved to run, and my laugh could be heard for miles into the forest. the animals scurried to avoid thunder of my youth, and I could not be held in one spot for even a moment.
My skin was brown. My lips were full. I wanted to dance, and to play. I was so full of life that I could only sleep for a moment each night as my thoughts raced.
I am now fifteen, and I am myself. I don’t understand what anyone is saying. I can barely explain myself. I am cold, and I miss the thumping of my mother’s heart more than anything.
My skin is brown. My lips are dry. I want to cry, and to laugh, and I am so tired that my head cannot be held up by the feeble muscles of my neck.
And that is the story of me.