If you fall for a social media prank, do you reblog/pass it on to your followers?

I think this is a lesson to not be so brave.

first drawing on my new monitor! 🥳

pose reference by @adorkastock

Did I daydream this, or was there a website for writers with like. A ridiculous quantity of descriptive aid. Like I remember clicking on " inside a cinema " or something like that. Then, BAM. Here's a list of smell and sounds. I can't remember it for the life of me, but if someone else can, help a bitch out <3

I FOUND IT BITCHES

This is going to save me so much trouble in the future.

Okay this website belongs to @wordsnstuff do us both a favor and go to THEIR blog sksks

Bocchi the Rock!

...Oh no, she's Melting.

Our Wish for the End: Redux (1 of 3) - ClayShaper

fuck does anyone have that poem thats like the speaker used to press her ear to conch shells when she was a child but as an adult the world has closed its second mouth or something

I FOUND IT ITS SANITY BY CAROLINE BIRD

Between the trees | Back to the forest by Ane Rivero R. Okariz

Do you ever eat popcorn out of the palm of your own hand with such ardent desperation that you feel like both a wild horse and the gentle schoolgirl feeding it treats to gain its affection 

Hey there guys. It’s me, in 2022, commenting on this post from 2016. There’s been a lot of people on this site lately being like “oooh no don’t make viral uwu I’m so pathetic, little, and defenseless and my poor notifications can’t handle 10k reblogs” well first of all ALL of us are pathetic, little, and defenseless and secondly none of our notifications can handle 10k reblogs and thirdly I’m not a coward and I think this should have a million notes. Not because of its own merit as a post, I just think it’d be funny if when I turn 30 this year and I reflect on the greatest accomplishments of my life thus far, I have to at least consider putting “famous tumblr popcorn post” on the list

Hi there guys. It’s me, again. It is December 8, and my birthday is December 16 (and fyi I didn’t even get my birthday off from work which I’m being so brave about, just saying) and I want you all to gather round and listen to my pitch. I could tell you that I really want this, which I do but I also think it’d be really funny to NOT reach my goal and to start my thirties on the note of failure but like a really stupid kind that doesn’t matter and is very funny. I could tell you that getting this post to a million notes will benefit you in some way, but it absolutely won’t, except in the general tumblr sense of getting to participate in committing to the crowdsourced bit, which is actually the truest joy this webbed site can offer. I could even be very earnest and say something how for better or worse tumblr had a hand in defining my twenties, and even when I’ve been infuriated with parts of it, it is genuinely the only social media that doesn’t make me feel like shit and isn’t impossible for me to use, and at very hard times in my life the weird community has been a comfort, but that’s TOO EARNEST. Knock that shit off.

Instead, I offer you this: if you reblog this post with tags, like anything at all in the tags, multiple reblogs won’t be collated together meaning that you can make my notifications truly unusable. Think about that you fuckin jackals. Can you resist the urge to be both helpful and annoying as shit

My ko fi

Burning Your Boats The Collected Short Stories, Black Venus, Angela Carter / Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery / Unknown / Tell Me No Secrets, Joy Fielding / Stop the World and Get Off, Peggy Toney Horton / Grief, Barbera Crooker / Unknown / A Room of One’s Own, Virginia Woolf / Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery / William Stanley Merwin / Maurice, E. M. Forster / Dear Would be Wife, Gala Mukomolova / Unknown / Anne of Avonlea, L.M. Montgomery / Anvita Bhogadi / Peace Like a River, Leif Enger / Unknown / Unknown / The Witch of Blackbird Pond, Elizabeth George Speare / @honeytuesdy / October, Robert Frost / The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot / Georgia Grace / Alexander Smith / Unknown / Insta: sarahkjp

Text: Our village worships the Bells. There are ten of them, each with a name, each paired with a saint and a philosopher. I will never admit I am only pretending to hear them.

There are ten bells in this village where I was born. Each is dedicated to a saint and tended by a philosopher. Each is rung for a minute, once a day.

The saints each represent a virtue. There are the straightforward ones you might expect. Kindness. Steadfastness. Acceptance. And there are ones which cannot fit into a single word. Righteous Anger of Just Defense. Veneration of Virtue. But whether labeled with one word or one phrase, the saints and their bells have endless depths to be explored. So each must have a philosopher, always, to tend the bell and explore its meaning with those to whom the bell calls.

Those to whom the bells call. A touchy subject, for me.

Each bell can only be heard by those who hold the virtue of its saint within their hearts. To whom that virtue is an integral part of their character. Most people who live in this village can hear one or two strongly and may hear a few more faintly. A few years ago Grandfather Jacob (everyone's grandfather) passed, but before he did he could hear six of the bells as clear as day, the most anyone could claim as far back as his own childhood.

The bells you can hear are important. They determine the shrines at which you pray, the philosophers you ask for guidance, and your brethren among the village whom you're expected to lean on in matters of the heart. In this village you are defined by your bells as surely as by your own name.

Except I can't hear any of the ten bells. I'm deaf, you see. I was born unable to hear a word anyone said. It's a good town, with good people though. People gifted money for me to shrines of their bells, especially Kindness and Compassion, and a scholar was sent for who knew how to speak with her hands. She taught my family, who taught me as I grew and the rest of our village besides. Not everyone can do it well, but those close to me can. And even with the worst it's enough for me to get by, despite being deaf.

At least, that's what I tell everyone. That I am deaf.

I didn't leave town for the first time until I was sixteen, on an errand to buy my papa some silk from a larger town two days walk down the road. Didn't realize what I was hearing until I was halfway there. Silence. For the first time in my life. I spent the whole trip in a daze, jumping every time a sound I couldn't understand cut through the quiet.

Didn't understand what it meant until I was halfway home and I heard the bell. The pounding all-consuming bell I could hear a full day's walk away.

I paced around the village like a maddened thing for three days trying to find it. The bell! The bell! I could hear it every waking moment, a never-ending ringing so loud it had drowned out every noise since I was born. Where was the bell?!

There was a root cellar, under the town hall. Its trap door had been chained shut so long ago that the chain was nothing but rust, buried and forgotten under dust and dirt as generations passed it by. I found it by pressing my ear to the earth. I smashed open the rusted chain. Later, I would cover the trap door with dirt again as I left. I did not understand - still do not understand - what I had found. But I knew that the others would understand even less.

In the root cellar beneath the town hall, there is a bell. It is broken almost in two by a ruinous crack. It lies still and covered in dust under the weight of the earth. And yet it has been ringing since the moment I was born, the sheer pounding weight of it drowning out every other sound in my head.

Sometimes at night I sneak into the cellar and stare at it for hours. Listening. There is no saint I know of for this bell, nor any devil for that matter. It has no philosopher because as far as I know I am a congregation of one. I do not know what it is.

But I think it is trying to tell me.

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