I’m a slut for sitting in comfortable silence while both of us do our own thing and occasionally show each other something dumb on our computers like that’s the good shit my dude.
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I’m a slut for sitting in comfortable silence while both of us do our own thing and occasionally show each other something dumb on our computers like that’s the good shit my dude.
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I could watch this all day.
(Source: twitter.com, via fiorefalinesti)
we all gripe about this site’s past and present and future because yes it sucks so why has it been literal years since I’ve seen any posts recalling ye olde Post Limit
I’m sorry the What
You could only make and reblog like 150 posts within a certain period of time to control traffic or whatever, and when you hit that limit you would be unable to post or reblog anything for sometimes several hours.
There was an ENTIRE external site called postlimit dot com that everyone had bookmarked because you’d search up your url there and it gave you a countdown to when the effects of your banishment would be lifted.
A lot of people would hit Post Limit at similar times so we used to go to like Skype or whatever and chat (because tumblr did not have an on-site messaging system beyond fan mail at the time) while we all waited for tumblr to free us from the little shame lockers they shoved us in.
I remember Ye Olde Post Limit
missing e had a post limit checker that i’d hit every 20min or so to make sure i was doing okay, then id slow down on the reblogs when i was getting close to the limit
the good ole days
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when they’re cleaning their feets and spread all their little toes out
when they smelled something weird and make a stinky face
when they walk up to you making little chirpy purrs of inquiry
when they get distracted by a noise mid-lick and a tongue blep occurs
when they see a bird and do that ekekekk thing
when they become possessed by the devil and tear around the house with demonic speed and then pause mid-vicious-attack of a scratching pole to whip their head around and fix you with their all-pupil stare of unhinged terror
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Guys buying their girlfriends tampons.
I’M CRYINGi wasn’t paying attention to the names and read this like one dude’s journey down the tampon aisle
Option C: an adventuring party of four, all messaging the same questgiver
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the sign yall will be seeing when you roll up to visit me at my lesbian farmstead/commune
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THEY KNOW
Switch your blogs while you can, folks.
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Nebraska man asks oil commission: Would you drink water contaminated by fracking?
Put them muh’fuckas on the spot.
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level 1: venting by crying
level 10: venting by faking a conversation in your head with someone
level 113: venting by creating an intricate alternate universe scenario in ur head where ur a celebrity on a talk show dramatically explaining the shit u’ve been going thru
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