Rebel Pidgin!

idk im just sick of struggling in a life i don’t even want to have

Pay them ppl man.

Honey I Shrunk La France

People will straight up call your cellphone and expect you to answer

Dat perspective tho

Honestly this shit is impressive

I love that in the ten years I've been on tumblr, tumblr users' attitude towards tumblr has come full circle, now we're back where we started at "tumblr is our beloved home, no other social media can compare, no other website has what we have, do not trust other websites, do not tell the outsiders about us", only this time we're like. Really exhausted and with a sense of irony about it.

you know what, we should organize a tumblr convention

Why are we like this

Map of Italy in the style of Mario World.

by The Geography Pin

I grieve for younger me.

You deserved better and you really didn’t know.

being 25 is like: im dying. im living my best life. im a failure. my life hasnt started. everything interesting has already happened to me. im achieving my dreams. im cutting my hair with kitchen scissors. im starting a skincare routine. im a corporate professional. im a sellout. im out of groceries. i have too many groceries. i am never going to be successful. i am going to win a hugo award before im 30. im crazy. im boring. i need to finish this essay. i need to finish this story. i need to start a newsletter. i need to start tweeting more. i need to stop tweeting. i need to ghost all my friends. i need to tell my friends i love them. i need to find a new apartment. i need to take out the trash. i am the trash that needs to be taken out. 

The olive tree of Vouves, on Crete. This tree, which has a trunk 15 feet in diameter, is at least 2,000 years old, and likely 2,900 years old, based on the graveyard found nearby. This tree likely lived through the writing of the Iliad, the golden age of Athens, the rise of the Roman Empire, and the birth of Christ – and then lived for 2,000 years after that. It still produces olives, as well!

{WHF} {HTE} {Medium}

Prélude et fugue en ut (do) mineur, Op. 37, n.° 1 – Felix Mendelssohn

Une sculpture d’un ange.