This may seem like an odd request but honestly I really like seeing my friends on my dash. By this I mean anything that taps me into the workings of your brain patterns; things you have made, stuff you have been thinking about, serious stuff or anecdotes I might miss out on not being around you all the time, career plans, or doofy pictures. Thanks.
There’s a thing that I use that hates certain posts, makes them invisible, but I don’t know if that’ll help. You can always block the hateful people.
What’s that thing you use?? How does it know to block certain posts? I mean, Tumblr Savior uses the tags I think, but a lot of people don’t tag their stuff. And like I said, part of the problem is that the people posting the stuff I dislike a sort of my friends. I like them as individuals, I just HATE certain things they post. I don’t want to have to unfollow anyone. =\
I've started to regret every time I come to Tumblr. =(
It’s a shame too, because I really do love this place and most of the stuff I see here. And I love my friends, the people I follow. But lately I keep being brought down by things on my dashboard; hateful, bitching, cruelly sarcastic things that I can’t help but read because I can’t help but read everything. I don’t think Tumblr Savior will help, even if it could get everything, because I’d still know it was there, I’d just feel like I was running away from it. It’s bad enough that unpleasant things exist, but I’ve always known that. It’s worse that people I like are the ones posting them. It’s THE WORST that these negative things (maybe only 5% of my total dashboard) ruin what is otherwise a lovely experience, and even sometimes make me depressed all night.
Why can’t we all just see the beauty in things? Leave the mean comments to the others? Lead by example? Change the world with love instead of hate? I’m tired of being upset all the time, and I refuse to run away. =(
tbh i think pansexual is just a stuck up way to say bisexual
I really hate it when people say this. Pansexuality and bisexuality are completely different. Only ignorant people on tumblr promote this misconception. The word pansexual is used as an inclusive term as opposed to bisexual, as bisexuality only refers to people liking both men and women, and does not including a wider variety of gender neutral or gender fluid terminology.
Pansexuals differ from bisexuals in that they are attracted to not just men and women, but also transgender, androgynous and gender fluid persons.
While I understand what commenters 2 and 3 are saying, I still mostly agree with the OP, at least in my own circumstances. Until an official third sex is agreed upon and widely implemented and/or non-binary aliens introduce themselves to me, I will be bisexual. But that does not mean I don’t like androgynous/transgender/etc people. It just means I’ll love someone regardless of if their birth certificate/driver’s license says M or F.
Tag! You’re it! The rules are to state 10 random facts about yourself. Then go to 10 blogs and tell them they are it!
I think I just did this like a week ago, but okay. XD 1. I live just north of Atlanta, GA. 2. My hair was platinum blonde when I was born, but it’s darkened to sort of a dishwater in recent years. 3. I love sour candies. 4. I hate driving. I only got my license a year ago, at 22. 5. The thing I worry about most about having kids is not being able to decide on one good name. XD; 6. I feel like a creative person, I just lack the willpower to actually do anything cool. 7. I have too many people on my Tumblr, but I hate not catching up every day, even though it takes over an hour sometimes. I kind of dread it. 8. I like stairs and tall buildings, but I’d rather live in a 1-story ranch house. 9. My huge eventual life goal is to own a book store/ arcade. 10. I’m afraid I’ll never finish even a tenth of the things on my to-do list.
You know, Peeves the Poltergeist appeared in every single Harry Potter book, even in the Deathly Hallows, and he does not appear in ONE movie. This post is dedicated to Peeves, the little shit who only listened to Fred and George.
““Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others.””