Hello Tumblr
I'm really busy on the internet, but tumblr really confuses me .__.
i feel so lost here
Like the new kid who changes schools in the middle of the year and doesn't know anyone.
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I don’t know who I am, where I belong or where I have to go. I feel lost in side me. I think I’m drowning in my thoughts. Everyday it’s getting harder to get up.
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Recently finished the House MD series, and feel lost now 😅🤣 can anyone suggest any good series to watch?? Thaaaanks all 🥰
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Już NAPRAWDĘ myślałam, że wszystko JEST DOBRZE
Ale to były tylko złudzenia...
Nagle okazało się, że wszystko jest wciąż tak samo, jak dawniej
I nic się nie zmieniło
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Idk what to do. I give up. I just want to escape. I feel like my loved ones are giving up on me. And I’m starting to give up on me too. I want to hide. But then again. Life is a little peaceful right now. Mainly with my job. I feel empty. I feel useless. Help me. Idk what to do.
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Feeling Stuck in Life? - An Astrological Look
Many people don't know what to do in life. They are truly lost. Everything they try never gets off the ground. Well I have good news for you. Near the end of October both Saturn and Pluto will go direct and you will once again feel in alignment with your true purpose. It will not only be a navigation correction for you but also you will be aligned with the Universe. You will be doing God's plan.
Have patience your new life is right around the corner!
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raise a glass to the posts you love that end up deleted. to the fanart and fanfics you lose track of and can't locate. to the blogs you used to look through that ended up unexpectedly disappearing. to the things you didn't archive because you always assumed they'd be there.
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okay tumblr’s exclusion from the twitter social media ban list is hilarious but genuinely we do not belong on there. if a real human person asks “where can i find you on social media” and your choice is a swift death or revealing your tumblr, most of us would simply expire. half of y’all change urls every week like you’re in witness protection. just imagine for one second attaching your wholeass government name to your latest two am clownposting and tell me that didn’t send a cold chill down your spine. the only place i ever want to see the words “connect with me on tumblr!” is on the ao3 profile of an author i’m actively stalking. anyone in the world can follow me except anyone i personally know. antisocial media.
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I do sort of wish western anime fans would analyze anime and manga from a framework of japanese historical and cultural context. Specifically a lot of works from the 90s being influenced by the general aimlessness and ennui that a lot of people were experiencing due to the burst in the bubble economy and the national trauma caused by the sarin terrorist attack. I think in interacting with media that’s not local to our sociocultural/sociopolitical sphere it’s easy to forget that it’s influenced and shaped by the same kinds of factors that influence media within our own cultural dome and there ends up being this baseline misalignment of perception between the causative elements of a narrative and viewer interpretation of those elements. It’s a form of death of the author that i think, in some measure, hinders our ability to fully understand/come to terms with creator intent and the full scope of a work’s merits
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The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
~Edit~
Yikes guys I didn’t expect this post to blow up.
I’m grateful it did though. Looking at all the comments and tags really takes a stab at my heart because it just shows how wired we are for connection. If life has any meaning, then it’s that.
This concept really sunk its teeth into me as it reassures the notion that no one is ever truly gone. Parts of them just change into you.
That teacher I talked about inspired me to become a teacher myself. This was my first year teaching. Here’s to a new generation of curved i’s.
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feel so lost lately, don't know where to go, what to do, who i even wanna be, it's just all so confusing.. sigh..
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