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hippist:

this song is playing 25/8

narkshark:

If Yahoo buys Tumblr and they make any stupid changes, I’m leaving. 

shewasnevergoodwithwords:

Tumblr’s about to change. 

True Tumblrers will embrace Yahoo, you can buy Tumblr if you want!

calebandtheoctopus:

“Yahoo is gonna buy Tumblr”

resugesu:

Reaction:

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Plot twist: Yahoo buys Tumblr and actually listens to what, we, the users, want. And does something about it.

bellezza-da-ceneri:

I hope you all know that if tumblr is purchased from yahoo, it’s gonna change things.

Everyone is going to be coming up to you asking ‘what’s your tumblr name.’

merlins-infinite-army:

Guys tumblr is going to have a totally different atmosphere now. We used to like worship David Karp and be really lovely to staff but now whenever we post something it will just feel like everyone is being monitored by a horrible yahooligan.

meggannn:

sometimes i think i can write but then i see what other people write and

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morenamagia:

hamburgerjack:

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everythinglordoftherings:

This better be my cake

This is an awesome idea. Although I’d also be tempted to make all the lesser rings of power as a batch of cupcakes, and give them to my friends. 
…But they would be all of them deceived, for another cupcake would be made. 
In my apartment, in the fires of my oven, I will bake in secret a Master Cupcake to control all the others. And into this cupcake I will pour my flour, my sugar, and my will to dominate all confections. 

Reblogging again for commentary.


Wow. One does not simply have a birthday.

that bolded is KILLING ME

April 4, 2013 aka my birthday..

Was supposed to be better than this…

Words aren’t my strength
Test it and you’ll see
That poetry doesn’t come so easily
To me

It’s amateur writing
It’s simple thoughts on paper
Nothing special
Nothing crucial
Nothing worth reading

I will take the bow while the audiences sit quietly in their seat
Let the pain take me now

Never been able to make words blush
Only been able to rhyme and such
Never had any talent much
Writing is my crutch
I write when my <3 is in a bunch

It’s horrible poetry
I share it but they don’t show it
Stop reading this
Close it
It’s pathetic
My rhyming
My flow
My efforts


How can you read this poem and not know it?