2 hours ago I swallowed 2 pieces of string
they came out tied together
I shit you knot
If Kevin Bacon doesn’t occasionally refer to his children as “Bacon bits”, then he can go fuck himself.
“But this is MY tumblr and I can do whatever the fuck I wa—” YO IMMA LET YOU FINISH BUT LET ME JUST DIRECT YOUR ATTENTION TO REALITY.
REALITY: You’re free to do whatever you want as long as you don’t step on anyone’s toes. Like, you can go around swinging axes, just make sure it doesn’t hit a dog or someone’s head or a tree (unless you really need paper and promise to plant a new one)
Anyway, I’m not saying that these are rules you should abide by, but it’d be nice if you did. Because I’d really like our tumblr experience to be a pleasant one (meaning you don’t fuck shit up and piss me off and stuff)
ETIQUETTE ON POSTS
1. REBLOG. DON’T REPOST.
Most people work hard on their graphics. And right clicking “save-as”, and reuploading it to tumblr does NOT count as “hard work”. It takes two clicks to reblog, one click to like. Life is simple.
2. IF IT’S NOT YOUR EDIT, DON’T FUCKING SAY IT IS.
a. “Source-ing yourself”
c. watermarking the graphic with your url (*insertsparklyusernamehere*.tumblr.com)
People say, “I’m going to sleep now,” as if it were nothing. But it’s really a bizarre activity. “For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I’m going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life.” If you didn’t know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you’d seen. “They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be okay? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the ‘mind adventures’ got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren’t unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee.” So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you’re in a science fiction movie. And whisper, “The creature is regenerating itself.”