I love it when I click on a recipe link because it sounds yummy and instead of a recipe I get a several page dissertation on a food blogger’s boredom with her marriage and lies she was told in childhood
this ending in a recipe literally changed my fucking life i thought i was being spread some fucking truisms abt the ugliness of marriage but it was literally a preamble to creme brulee brownies. writing is fake
your age + the day you were born x the month you were born
the total is your pokedex number
mine is Marowak
it’s possible that i like tumblr because i really like seeing other people’s thoughts and how they think and feel about things. this is also why i will read like 300 pages of an unknown person’s longform personal-and-knitting blog from like 2014. this is also why i hate facebook, because everyone on there is so annoying and doing weird uninterpretable heterosexual status games instead of perfectly logical and transparent gay status games, so i wouldn’t be able to figure out what they’re like even if they weren’t unbearably annoying
anyway that wasn’t the point of this post. the point is that every time i reach the last place i read on my dash i get really lonely