Samira Wiley for Bello Mag

guardianofscrewingup:

carylstolemyheart:

SIGNAL BOOST
Pay attention to what you’re reblogging people!!!

I’m now imagining their attempts to infiltrate getting more and more complex. Soon, they’ll be joining the fandoms and making fanart, fanfiction, and other tumblr content. Then when they realize their aims will take a greater investment of time and effort, they’ll start waiting weeks before spamming troll posts. Months. Years.
60 years from now an old man gets the signal from 4chan that it’s time to act. He kisses the wife he met on tumblr on the cheek in her sleep to say goodbye, whispering his love for her in her ear, his voice tinged by unmistakable shades of regret. As he takes out his holographatronic phone and posts his gore post, shocking the tumblr users that are part of his pinochle blog following, he keeps looking at the photos of his children and grandchildren on his desk and weeps despondently.
He knew this day would come. He’s always had his mission. But he went too deep, came to love this life too much. He’s not ready to say goodbye.
He NEVER would have been ready to say goodbye.

guardianofscrewingup:

carylstolemyheart:

SIGNAL BOOST

Pay attention to what you’re reblogging people!!!

I’m now imagining their attempts to infiltrate getting more and more complex. Soon, they’ll be joining the fandoms and making fanart, fanfiction, and other tumblr content. Then when they realize their aims will take a greater investment of time and effort, they’ll start waiting weeks before spamming troll posts. Months. Years.

60 years from now an old man gets the signal from 4chan that it’s time to act. He kisses the wife he met on tumblr on the cheek in her sleep to say goodbye, whispering his love for her in her ear, his voice tinged by unmistakable shades of regret. As he takes out his holographatronic phone and posts his gore post, shocking the tumblr users that are part of his pinochle blog following, he keeps looking at the photos of his children and grandchildren on his desk and weeps despondently.

He knew this day would come. He’s always had his mission. But he went too deep, came to love this life too much. He’s not ready to say goodbye.

He NEVER would have been ready to say goodbye.

priphea:

Spent the day picking wild flowers

afro-art-chick:

Willow Smith | Teen Vogue (August 2014)

hana-yome:

Cupcakes by (vic5417)

hana-yome:

Cupcakes by (vic5417)

you-wish-you-had-this-url:

catp0rn:

this is it. this is the most important gif on tumblr.com

no okay but let me tell you a story
so at school I’m generally a pretty quiet person. I talk to a few people, I have a few friends, but I keep to myself a lot. So anyway, during lunch I’m on tumblr mobile, and this thing comes up. I put the gif onto full screen, and kind of half laugh at it. Then this guy who I have literally never talked to before walks by and then slowly back up and starts looking at my phone screen. I try to explain what I’m looking at, but really, how the hell do you explain this? Anyway, he waves over one of his friends so his friend comes over and looks at it. I’m still sitting in my chair, and we are all still completely silent. Soon more people begin to gather. 12 people, to be exact. 12 people, many of which I have never spoken to before, standing in a large, silent, ritual-esque circle around my iphone which is playing this gif on loop. After about five minutes, the first guy goes “how long is this?” and I was like “uh, its, um, its a gif, so it kind of goes on forever.” he nods and says “perfect”. These were the only words spoken throughout this whole event.

you-wish-you-had-this-url:

catp0rn:

this is it. this is the most important gif on tumblr.com

no okay but let me tell you a story

so at school I’m generally a pretty quiet person. I talk to a few people, I have a few friends, but I keep to myself a lot. So anyway, during lunch I’m on tumblr mobile, and this thing comes up. I put the gif onto full screen, and kind of half laugh at it. Then this guy who I have literally never talked to before walks by and then slowly back up and starts looking at my phone screen. I try to explain what I’m looking at, but really, how the hell do you explain this? Anyway, he waves over one of his friends so his friend comes over and looks at it. I’m still sitting in my chair, and we are all still completely silent. Soon more people begin to gather. 12 people, to be exact. 12 people, many of which I have never spoken to before, standing in a large, silent, ritual-esque circle around my iphone which is playing this gif on loop. After about five minutes, the first guy goes “how long is this?” and I was like “uh, its, um, its a gif, so it kind of goes on forever.” he nods and says “perfect”. These were the only words spoken throughout this whole event.