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'flawed-spectrum'

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Hell yeah!

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Marcin Sadowski

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Fáskrúðsfjörður, Iceland by Jónína Guðrún Óskarsdóttir

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Do people still use Tumblr?

I don't even know.

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Tumblr Formatting

So I’ve had a few people ask me about formatting on this new tumblr and I’ve seen a lot of asks about in the RPH tag. I’m sure plenty of people have posted guides and stuff, but I figured I’d do a bit too help out. Below the cuts you’ll find some step by step for tumblr formatting with the new tumblr update. I won’t have a whole lot of images, since I am lazy AF but I will describe everything as much as possible!!!

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Text Formatting Tutorial

entangled-heliotropes:

Can you teach me how to format my posts? I want to text format my posts but I don’t know how to.

Definitely, it’ll be a bit lengthy so I moved this to a text post

Keep reading

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Hello, G! I OFFER A NUTELLA COVERED SAM AS TRIBUTE. Are you familiar with the mobile app update that was released a while ago that enabled formatting for mobile? It includes text formatting exclusive to the app (for example, quirky text). I was wondering if it's possible to customize those for your actual theme, like have them a different font or font size or whatnot?

hi there anon - you can use the text formats on the dashboard too as well as mobile – just use the html in your post and add the following:

Fancy

Typewritery

Quotey

Fancy

Typewritery

Quotey

the handy thing about these fonts is that they already have a class.  so if you would like to format them, you just need to add in a css style related to the class… for example - 

.npf_quirky {    font-size:14px;    font-family: ‘Pacifico’, cursive;}

.npf_chat {    font-size:14px;    font-family: ‘Inconsolata’, monospace;    letter-spacing:2px;}

.npf_quote {    font-size:14px;    font-family: 'Libre Baskerville’, serif;}

and this is what they look like on my blog - ( or just check this post on the blog and you’ll see the formatting XD )

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On repeat,

For ever and ever.

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Me

> One day you will notice that your writing is not as dark as it used to be

i can only seem to write about darkness. i think that is all that is in my heart. what do i do? everyone seems to hate my writing and poems because they are dark. im scared i wont be a good writer because of how sad and deep they are. what should i do?

I was in the same place, it is not abnormal. I advise finding someone safe to talk to so that you can further flush out all of the darkness you are feeling. However, writing is a great way to do this aside from that, and I encourage you to keep at it. One day you will notice that your writing is not as dark as it used to be.

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Trickling spring at noon

My glade quiet with birdsong

They will hear my heart

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What if this is P’s depression log now.

About to go back to work; and hit with huge amounts of stress. Like, what % of my life is spend trying to avoid stress.

I feel like I’ve cut off connections with almost everybody. I’m not sure who’s safe to talk to. I sound like a crazy person. I am kind of not mentally well.

Maybe I’ve said too much; I try not to give people a reason to treat me differently. A losing battle. But if I post too many sad things, people will not want to hang out with me. Eventually they will stop helping.

There’s also the point of not spreading bad feelings to others.

I don’t know if anyone who knows me will read this. I kind of hope you do, and hope you don’t at the same time.

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I had a dream last night where my ex and I reunited ...

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Flat Stanley goes to School

Flat Stanley loves pancakes. He giggles and squishes them with a spatula. When Flat Stanley gets his hair cut, it comes out as a flat-top, no matter what. Flat Stanley used to ride his bike to school -- until he got a flat tire.

Flat Stanley lives in Kansas, the flattest state in America. Every morning, he rises with the sun, and looks across the prairie from his family’s one-floor apartment.

He loves watching the wind blow across the fields of golden grain. And every night before he sleeps, he counts the twinkling stars above.

Flat Stanley loves school. He loves drawing, and learning letters. He’s good at all kinds of shapes.

One day, Flat Stanley had music class. All the other kids sang “Ahh!” But Flat Stanley could only sing “Ohh.” His note was flat. Flat Stanley was embarrassed, and sang very softly. What happened when he played the xylophone?

All the kids in after-care were playing with putty. They made balls, and mountains, and even snakes! But Flat Stanley didn’t know how to do that. He stuck to making putty pancakes.

Flat Stanley felt embarrassed. His mom cooked him linguine, but even that didn’t help.

“What’s wrong?” she said.

“Everything I do falls flat,” he said.

“I’m sorry sweetie,” she said. “Learning new things can be hard.” She gave him a hug.

The next day, she made him a stack of pancakes.

“Keep a level attitude,” she said. “Things may even out.”

In music class, the teacher taught them to breathe deeply. Stanley held his note steady!

In cooking class, Stanley got to use the rolling pin. He had lots of fun rolling the dough.

But soon it was aftercare, and Flat Stanley still couldn’t play with putty.

He looked at it really hard.

He squished it in his fists.

He made one side flat. And another, and then another.

Everyone loved his cube!

Today, Flat Stanley makes all kinds of shapes. But he still loves pancakes the best.

THE END

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“My whole life was denial until the divorce.  I always had a script that I followed, probably handed down from my mother.  Always be cheerful.  Always have a smile or a joke.  Insist that everything is great, or will be better soon.  Be likable, which is different than lovable.  And parties, parties, parties, I was always the hostess.  Because the hostess never has to expose herself.  Always bringing other people together: ‘Let’s sit Margaret next to Susan because they both went through this or that.’ Never mind what I might have been through.  Or who I am.  Not that I’d know who I am.  Because that takes time.  And the hostess is too busy keeping things bubbly and effervescent.  When the party’s over, there’s only time to sleep.  And I don’t remember my dreams.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a dinner for eight this evening.”

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colleen green - maybe i’ll get hit by a car tonight