For those that missed it last time : I'm not active on tumblr anymore. If you still want to listen to my shit I'm 'limenale' on twitter. Kthx.
I’m probably going to set up a more solid blog on my own terms on my own server, and transfer a lot of what I’d post on tumblr to there. Also probably just retire from tumblr and stick to Twitter for social stuff.
Tumblr is absolute shit on a technical level and it keeps getting shittier.
The kind of discourse tumblr promotes, where reblogging is easy but commentary is hard, is one of hyperbole and a lack of rapport. And I’m not blaming other bloggers here, the architecture of this place affects me, makes ME more intolerant and more likely to run off at the mouth. I don’t much like that.
As a consequence of the above, the politics of the place are tiring. I don’t really need 90% of my dash being overstated anger at the world. Maybe some people do, personally I am well aware that shit goes on, and I’d rather be in conversations about how to survive it and solve it.
I’m not going to delete my account. If you want to message me here I’ll probably get it, if you want to get me on Twitter I’m “limenale”. I’ll be posting blog details when I have it running, maybe even autolinking stuff from there to here.
But my general presence here will be shrinking. To the people I’ve interacted with positively here: you’re cool, cheerio.
sometypicaldingus
(bolding mine)
I’m really with you on pretty much all of this. Like, I want to engage people here, but I know how quickly it’ll turn into people telling me to die or fuck off/call me coddling + “not radical enough.” I just really can’t deal with that.
To be fair, I have had relatively little hate thrown my way here, despite being critical of many popular trends.
However, I've also had little engagement. Most of my posts don't get much attention, which is fine, what bothers me is that the ones that do just get reblogged 50-100 times without comment. I don't know what that is, but it's not really a form of interaction I draw much from. Yeah, I write stuff to be read, but more than that I write stuff to hear other people's opinions on it. And that's not something tumblr's architecture encourages. Messaging is crap, replies are limited, and reblogs broadcast your comments to your whole audience, which produces clutter.
I think people have built some valuable connections within tumblr. Like, I think as a platform for vulnerable youth, it has served a good purpose. But every good thing that comes of tumblr is fighting its design, which is to encourage a superficial contest for micro-fame.
I'm probably going to set up a more solid blog on my own terms on my own server, and transfer a lot of what I'd post on tumblr to there. Also probably just retire from tumblr and stick to Twitter for social stuff. Tumblr is absolute shit on a technical level and it keeps getting shittier. The kind of discourse tumblr promotes, where reblogging is easy but commentary is hard, is one of hyperbole and a lack of rapport. And I'm not blaming other bloggers here, the architecture of this place affects me, makes ME more intolerant and more likely to run off at the mouth. I don't much like that. As a consequence of the above, the politics of the place are tiring. I don't really need 90% of my dash being overstated anger at the world. Maybe some people do, personally I am well aware that shit goes on, and I'd rather be in conversations about how to survive it and solve it. I'm not going to delete my account. If you want to message me here I'll probably get it, if you want to get me on Twitter I'm "limenale". I'll be posting blog details when I have it running, maybe even autolinking stuff from there to here. But my general presence here will be shrinking. To the people I've interacted with positively here: you're cool, cheerio.
What You Crave vs What You Need
Chocolate: Raw nuts/seeds.
Oily/Fatty Snacks: Kale, leafy greens.
Soda/Carbonated Drinks: Actual, literal bubbles.
Chips/Salty Food: Topsoil.
Cookies: Freudian psychology.
Sweet Tea: A strong Southern gentleman to take care of you.
Pasta/Carbs: Pasta/Carbs.
Ice: The sweet release of death.
girlslikewolves-deactivated2016
Men’s clothes, right?
My 20 year old 6 foot something skinny beanpole brother is a size medium t-shirt.
My 71 year old 5 foot 8 average weight dad is a size medium t-shirt.
My uncle who is built like Captain freaking America is a size medium t-shirt.
I can wear a men’s size medium t-shirt.
Women’s clothes?
Depends on the phases of the moon, your star sign, and whether you’ve looked at a picture of a chicken recently.
What even.
Accurate.
It's mostly because masculine clothes traditionally have very simple cuts. Like, I have encountered shirts and suits that fit only a very small range of bodies, because they were trying to do similar things to dresses and such, like narrowing at the waist and such. If clothes are just straight up and down, things are pretty easy. If you want to do interesting things with how things fit around a body, you need to start assuming things about the body you are designing for that aren't going to hold true for a lot of people. And men are allowed to get away with wearing very simple and practical clothes in a way women aren't.
The Jewish Standard VERY COOL: Muslims are taking photos at synagogues declaring themselves guardians of believers and their houses of worship. Muslim sisters and brothers: Thank you. Please send us your photos so we can post them. #IGoToSynagogue #WeMustStickTogether #MuslimsAndJewsRefuseToBeEnemies#ChildrenOfAbraham #AbrahamIbrahim
Hi I’m auditioning for the part of Internet Explorer and I’ll be sin-
It gets funnier the longer you wait
I feel like I'm starting to rebuild my courage and self image after four years. Of course, last time a random dude apparently smelled it on me and made sure to break me. Let's hope I have the presence of mind to kick the next one in the crotch.
people who cling to “traditional language” and reject the fluidity of modern linguistic patterns are so dull and boring! language has the potential to be shaped in so many ways and your biggest priority is still criticizing teens who use ‘like’ as a colloquial quotative
Man I just read an article by a colonialist Israeli politician and you could rattle off a checklist. "We support democracy, feminism, and gay rights, unlike them." Check. "They're all savages that would kill us all, look what they do to their own people." Check. "We've made compromises, Palestinians are just ignorant and ungrateful." Check. Random anecdote about an Israeli kid who died in an attack. Check. Vague and self serving reference to European antisemitism. Check. Funny thing is it's almost exactly the same checklist you can use for Victorian colonialists. Some things never change. Thing is, it begun like "western liberals don't really understand the complexities involved" and I was like "tru" but then apparently the complexity in question was really, really hating Muslims.
"omg i love Harry! his British accent is so cute!"
THAT RED THING IS CALLED HARRY?
ascoutinglevi
oi mate “that red thing” is a member of the royal family
the-gallium-knight
atheism is not an intellectual achievement pass it on
White people with Bachelor's in "Oriental Studies" rarely escape being fucking douches
I am 10 and I am smiling uneasily as they point at
my forehead and laugh, their stares pinning
me to the ground and wiping my pride in
being an Indian right off my face.
I do not wear bindis out in public anymore.
I get angry at my mother when she asks why.
I am 13 and I am out with my parents after going
to the temple; I’m wearing a pavadai, something
that my grandma and mum - no, my amma -
picked out for me with love and care. When
I stumble across my friend, the look in her eyes
when she sees what I am wearing makes me want
to tear it right off. When I get home, I do.
It is only the beginning, you see. You, white skin,
pale girl, narrow nose, hair straight and soft
as spin silver. Me, dark skin, dark eyes, hair wild
and wavy and unruly. Me, with a culture that chokes
me daily because of you.
You laughed at me, white girl. You mocked me, spat
at me, looked at me with contempt at scorn. You
thought my bindi was a joke. You thought my gods
were a joke. You thought my traditions and symbols
and religion were jokes.
5 years on and you, white girl, are wearing coloured
plastic bindis sold in Urban Outfitters. You have anOm tattooed on your ankle, never mind how
much of a religious symbol it is to us. You have
Ganesha’s face on your shirts.
You reach out, white girl, (your hands give me
nightmares; they have taken my identity right
from under my feet) and call my deitiesmythological figures, you say myths are
just a word, you’re reducing them to stories,
you’re justifying what you do and all I can do is
sit here and watch because
THAT IS WHAT I HAVE DONE ALL MY LIFE.
Because this is just another step in a war that
I was in before I even knew how to fight.
You, white skin, white girl, able to wear my culture
like a second skin without worrying about
its consequences - why not wear my skin, too?
Wear my brown. Wear my shame at your laughter.
Wear my disgust with myself, with my curry
smell, with my mehndi.
Wear my annoyance when someone asks me if I
speak Indian - as if a country with over 200
LANGUAGES can be simplified to Indian.
As if anything about my country is simple.
— Darshana S., "and then you tell me that i’m overreacting" (via reclaimthebindi)
Source: titanswrite
this is the platonic ideal of a clickbait article I think