Me Watching 5 Millionaires Get Crushed Knowing That A Class Of Year 9’s Got Out Of This Exact Situation:

my blog is me it's a compilation of every single thing i love. every dream, every bête noir, every shitpost or meme that entertains my broken sense of humor, everything

I love that Tumblr is actually a community. Your blog will be quite poor and boring if you only post your own stuff. Most of our blogs contain countless reblogs and discussions with other people on the website. This is communication and appreciation of each other’s creativity, thoughts, sketches and etc. It’s one thing to mindlessly like tons of photos a day like TikTok and Instagram offer you, and another to reblog and add hashtags and some comments about how the post made you feel or what you think you could add to a joke, a headcanon, an au, a story, an art… It makes this hellsite feel genuine.

I hate how the booktokification of the “unhinged woman” genre has completely reduced the concept of female rage to just “girlboss” without taking seriously how important it is to unequivocally portray female rage.

Throughout the history of literature, we’ve been given countless instances of women in despair and in sadness but save for a few writers (take Euripides, for example), we’ve rarely ever been given angry women who aren’t the villains or the foil for the perfect poised passive princess. Female rage has constantly been subdued and erased or warped into “she’s just batshit crazy” in pretty much every society.

And now that publishing and media marketing has reduced women showing rage in books to the “white hypersexual girlboss with a knife”, instead of uplifting the way women are allowed to have more dimension and sympathy in their visible anger than ever in literature, the media still isn’t taking this subgenre seriously.

canon: they died

fanfic: fUCK YOU

can’t stop smiling in inappropriate situations

more authors should spend page time dunking on european languages

and then turning around and saying "ay bahar AISE jaa rahi ho? kuch acchhe se pehen"

Desi culture is "hello? Fashion show jaa rahi ho?"

it’s not just the believer-nonbeliever dynamic that makes ghost files work. it’s the fact that the believer is a mostly normal guy and the nonbeliever has everything else wrong with him.

Came Back Wrong from the gocey store

hey if you’re scrolling through tumblr looking for a distraction rn (case in point: i just got done crying dramatically on the bathroom floor and need to look normal when i walk out)

whisper beep boop to yourself a few times

take a breath

fluff up your hair

make a lil list on your phone of all your friends/people who you love

read through that list if you already have one

drink some water, with each sip you are slowly coming back to feeling a-okay

rant in my askbox/message me if u need, i’m ur new pal xx