this is the post that started me off making my own clothes, i never actually used a pattern from this site bc i learned how to make my own too quickly but this is where the jump from wishing to doing happened
now im making money doing sewing commissions so lmfao i guess tumblr did do something for me after 10 fucking years
them: SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST MEANS HUMANS MUST BE INDIVIDUALLY SELF-SUFFICIENT AND COMPLETELY INDEPENDENT
biologist:
Like literally the only reason we didn’t go extinct is because we are aggressively social creatures who community organized and helped each other when faced with disasters that drove other species over the brink.
(Like we’re so aggressively social that we looked at APEX PREDATORS and went ‘they look soft! Friend????’)
(The answer was yes because wolves are also aggressively social and they adopted the strange tall not-wolves just as eagerly.)
humans @ wolves: holy shit these things are so cute i wonder if they’ll let us pet them?
wolves @ humans: holy shit these things are so cute i wonder if they’ll pet us?
the influx of pornbots is so funny. we’re out in our little paddleboat like “oh the rats are swarming again. auspices for the new year.” and in the background the S.S. Twitter is floating past upside down.
crying and sobbing as i use my oar to push all these beautiful sirens back into the water, for i know that they deceive.
Happy 4th, the colonists who fought the king were not trying to make a place free from oppression. They made a country where They had the power. They did not end kingship, just twisted it into a new form.
They made a space where someone worse than a king could be born. Jeff bezos, bill Gates, mark Zuckerberg, Elon musk, these fuckers have more wealth than a king could imagine. Because our forefathers made a country that became rich and powerful off of enslaved peoples stolen labor, and genocide of indigenous people
tumblr is my preferred social media site partly because it has real basement energy.
like, everything that happens on tumblr is kind of happening, spiritually speaking, in somebody’s basement. different kinds of basements in different kinds of posts, of course—sometimes the basement is finished and you’re down there with friends in a giddy slumber party and sometimes you are covered in mud and crouching gibbering in someone’s storm cellar, but that basement feeling remains.
twitter? instagram? tiktok? those are above-ground apps, my friend. out there in the open air where anything could find you. i’ll take my social media experience at worm-level, please.
If Trump goes to prison during pride month I will literally never stop laughing like to charge reblog to cast give me all of your evil thoughts and prayers for this freak to get his first ever consequence.
