SHE SELLS SEASHELLS BY THE SHEJAALEKJCL
this new tumblr dashboard looks rutarded
I’m really scared for my generation, you know. The thing that scares me most is Tumblr. I hate what Tumblr has become. Because it like, it reminds me of those clique-y girls in high school that used to make fun of everyone else and define what was cool, but in five years, when you all graduate, that shit doesn’t matter. No one gives a fuck about that shit. Instead of kids going out and making their own moments, they’re just taking these images and living vicariously through other people’s moments. It just kills me. Then you’ll meet them and they’re just the biggest turkey in the world. They don’t actually embody any of those things. They just emulate. It’s scary man, simulation life that we’re living. It scares me.
..and, perhaps not ironically, she was neither of these things.
You’ve got butter and rice—everything a poor person needs to survive. Not necessarily everything you need to live, but definitely to survive.