TSA agents are always like sir you have to take off your belt before you go through the machine. Shoes as well. Yeah and now the pants… slower… mmm yeah like that… now get those balls jiggling…
Ever have one of those days where you just want to end it all in an orgasmic display of pure public violence, an act of audacity, power, and finality such that it erases from the Akashic Record of your life every tepid banality and suffocated dream that composed your grim normality, a Fire of Alexandria targeted with gnostic precision at every other probabilistic worldline of your potential fate, collapsing your sketchy multiplicities into single, crystallized moment in time, for all time?
But you have, like, an inbox full of emails to reply to-
What tags did you want to add to this, my dear tumblr??
Never doubting tumblr’s infinite tagging wisdom again
i hate the “on average a user only sees 25 posts per session so they have to be good and varied” bullshit on that staff post. if i open tumblr and the 25 posts i see are nothing but a single mutual mass reblogging their favourite thing that i couldn’t care less about. well. that’s what i enjoy
If my beloved mutual needed to reblog a thing 25 times then by all things sacred I am going to read it once and then scroll past it 24 times as they intended me to!
ALT