“Our own age is essentially one of understanding, and on the average, perhaps, more knowledgeable than any former generation, but it is without passion. Every one knows a great deal, we all know which way we ought to go and all the different ways we can go, but nobody is willing to move.”
Let’s tell a story where no one saved her soul. She did not borrow the grace of a lover until her own goodness bloomed in her chest. She did not inhale the protagonists’ pity like it was any kind of gift. She was a godmother and she loved, she bought broomsticks and teased and comforted, but this is not what saved her.
i miss the old tumblr. i mean 2014, 15 and 16 tumblr was so so cool. it was all abt arctic monkeys, aesthetic, marina and the diamonds, lana, joanna kuchta, the neighbourhood. wish i could stay there foreverrrr :(
*exhales cigarette smoke* I’ve been here a long time, kid. I was here for the fall of tumblr user pizza. The first Mishapocalypse. The betrayal of Cole Sprouse. Hipster girl tumblr versus fandom girl tumblr. The fluffy chicken. Infinite chocolate. Cousin Matt. Moreos. “Always reblog David Karp.” My laptop background in 2013 was a picture of Tom Hiddleston saying “have you done your homework, darling”. Those were strange times.
I’m feeling very nostalgic for the days when I couldn’t live without tumblr… I wonder how many of my long time followers even log on anymore? Come back 😭
