#deartumblr

[girlsnjk]

Dear Tumblr people,

chemistry is killing me slowly, fucking thermodynamics that I won't need in DATA SCIENCE

it's 2am, i am sleepy, the sole thought of failling this last exam is keeping me awake but for how much longer?

i wish i could say that I'm organized and usually prepare in advance, but that is only true the first week of every semester... i want to go back to therapy

what language do angels speak? how could an angel communicate with me? do angela know everything? how can i get in contact with one? could an angel help me with my chem exam? do angels know chemistry?

I'll keep solving thermodynamics problems for one more hour... or will I?

gn!

[lakesbian]

deartumblr please don't die i need somewhere to post about worm

[morgan-marie]

Dear Tumblr #5.

I´m a Writer.

I don´t usually specific this because when people start reading my posts, is kinda obvious. I mean the tags I use, the things I talk about all the time, the pictures I upload. My biography. Etc.

I don´t know why I´m making this clear today.

I´m a writer. A writer in progress to be a famous artist. I´m working on every day to get my goals done. Nethertheless, besides my work and the books I read, and besides everything, there are things that I still don´t know and I try to learn by myself.

As a writer in progress I´m use to push my feelings into the paper. Into the stories I write. It´s something like: I have this problem and I can´t solve it, so I´m going to write a fictional solution for the main character that represent me.

And now I´m thinking how good is that.

Talking about the words of the Wise Master of my last post, Writing, as any other arts and sports, is a muscle that I have to excercise everyday. So, my question is: Should I have to learn to write random stories without involving personal emotions?

My short, on the spot answer was: No.

Writing something that means nothing to me seems absourd. What´s the point of writing if the things you write are meaningless? If they don´t make a difference to anybody, what´s the point of writing in first place?

Maybe, this idea about writing things void of emotions make me improve my writing in a gramatical way... But can´t a text be so emotional and not having a great writing at the same time?

Little things are emotional, too.

And, talking about emotions, a text void of personal feelings is a emotional-less one?

What is the point of having a good writing if there is no message to communicate?

I believe that we writers are writers for a reason...

Let me correct that.

I believe that we writers, between all the things that we can be, we choose to be writers for a reason.

And esencially we all might have the same reason: We have something to say and, even more important, we want to be heared.

So, talking about writing text lacking of personal feelings is not kinda forgot the reason why we are writing in first place?

I believe it is. Tell me what you think.

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In Breughel’s Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry, But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green Water, and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky, Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.

- Wystan Hugh Auden (1907-1973), “Musée des Beaux Arts”.

[iguessthisisaneffort-blog]

Hai Tumblr

I’ve been debating whether to make this blog private or public. I half made it to journal and process my thoughts, and also to share my hobbies or interests. So I think as long as I stay anonymous I’ll feel comfortable using it for both. So call me whatever you like. I joined Tumblr back in the day like 15 years ago. I’m a millennial and I probably too old to be back here again but whatevs. 

[theycallmejeyps]

hmmm, what a week!

my computer suddenly stopped working so i had to wait for a week to get a replacement. and out of boredom, i was able to do a lot of things well because, no computer no work. this past week got me into dancing again. and i swear i felt sore and pain all over my 21-year-old body. ugh, adulting!

but maybe, because i'm not used to dance anymore. i don't know, for about a few years now? i can't remember the last time i swayed and moved my hands to the beat. and when i did, it felt satisfying. my body and soul were craving for this for a long time now. and i know it's cliche, but dancing is really a passion my whole system was missing the entire time. it got me chills down my spine, and it will always be.

and yeah, selfies and mask sheets were also part of the routine. hell yeah, this past week was a blast!

[souledge09]

Strong ko noh?

Hindi mo kailangan mag pretend na strong ka palagi, iiyak mo din paminsan-minsan.

[tiwimovita]

Dear Tumblr...

Can I give an advice for your improvement?

Auto-saved please...

Sincerely,

Your user

[kokowinchester-blog]

Lazy

Dear Tumblr,

Today I felt really lazy. I have done practically nothing, but watch Netflix and read Fanfiction. I finally did the dishes so I would feel productive, but that is basically all I have done. Ugh, I have no motivation, but I hate the feeling of being lazy.

[pessimisticlass-blog]

Dear Tumblr,

Take me away from me

[daisies4eyes-blog]

dear tumblr..

had a dream about tornadoes last night .. multiple tornadoes to be exact. in my dream i am standing on a hill watching these tornadoes - these big, monstrous works of art. how can something so dangerous be so beautiful? anyway i guess dreams about tornadoes mean "you're overwhelmed by destructive people around you”.  the past two weeks have been very rough for me - conflict, confrontation and violence. the one word that can describe it is ‘loud’, just cause it feels like it is overpowering, it consumes me at times and i know it shouldn’t but ya know .. stuff happens. now the funny thing is that in my dream there was absolute silence. there was no sound. it was me watching these tornadoes in complete silence. how poetic. is my dream trying to tell me something or am i being weird? 

[bikenerds]

who´s gonna say that I was going to have such an amazing journey with this blog? Thank you very much 

[imscaredforeveryone-blog]

Dear Tumblr.

Tumblr, My friend just told me that when I talk to boys my age I look different. She said my attidude goes a whole 180°, it's like I favor boys. Like I act cuter. You know what I mean. I don't know what to do. Help.

[nothing-tobeafraidof]

Dear Tumblr, you’ve gone through shit changes.

Dear Tumblr people, thank you for still making me feel safe when I come back. The myth of this website will always be within us. 

[soontobe-engineer-blog]

Ghaaadd tmblr ganto pala feeling pag wala kang jowa no? Yung free ka sa lahat pero at the same time malungkot pa den wahahaha basta magaaral munako ng mabuti mabuti. Alam mo kasi tumblr isa sa mga pangarap ko ang makapagaral sa isa sa mga prestigious university dito sa philippines haysttt. Kung tatanungin mo ko kung how's my life right now? Hayst eto nagpapakabusy sa mga kdramas at wattpad well nakain nako ng sistema e bwahahaha but anyway alam mo bang pili lang yung pinapanood ko sa kdramas yung about sa friendship at mga high schoolers lang ang ganda kasing tignan kung paano sila magkakabati bati ang ganda kasi yun e NO HATE JUST LOVE! by the way tumblr napagdesisyonan kona na sayo nako magbubuhos ng mga saloobin ko u know na! In this world wala ka ng matrutrust yung trust na tiwala ahhh aigooo sige bye na tumblr👋💖 ecaloveeesyahhhh😙

[milkyminsuga-blog]

061417

Dear tumblr,

I guess you’ll be my only friend for now. I feel sad and depressed lately and I don’t even have anyone to turn to- even when I have so many friends and have a family- because no one will ever understand or comprehend what I am deeply feeling right now.

So tumblr, you’ll be my companion for now, my diary, my escape. Please bear with me.

~💌

[unadiamija-blog]

Sigh. I Guess We’ll Start.

My name, is Nava.

Not really but who cares, um, I live in a small city in the middle of the USA. I’m 23, so I can pretty much drink a whole bottle of wine with a bendy straw type of lifestyle. I uh, face with PTSD, because of my life but it wasn’t never really as bad as when my first love came and left. After that, well I was never the same.

I don’t go outside much or even talk to people. I’ve gotten the impression that I’m a burden to everyone I know. I don’t feel as tho I should be able to breathe since I was a mistake in life

But I'm starting to get better, I think. There's a guy in my life who was once someone I was in a relationship with but now he and I are just friends. He helps me, live day to day, he helps me try to be a functional human being. Until today when I was slowly going to end it.

Obviously I’m alive to an extent but the reason as to why I post this personal thing isn’t so I can be notice. it’s so that I guess there’s a record that I'm alive and where I’m at isn’t all rainbows and cupcakes. like, maybe once the years go by I can look at this and smile because someone didn’t give up on me like I was ready to.

I know this as my first post on this blog is kind of strange, dark, and alarming but, this blog is real, for me. it won’t be me hiding through reblog post of happy times when i’m not in that state of mind. no, this blog is just for me to, maybe record my steps in getting better or maybe a motivational blog of what I want to achieve, or even a blog where I emo it out and explain what my mind is at.

but if someone out there actually reads this, actually worries about a total web stranger then I guess thank you? ad those who see this and someone how post some pissy shit about how I should die off or something along those lines then well, know that beinig a digusting part in this society as a monster is all that you’ll be which eventually will consume you to the point where the only satisfaction in your life is putting someone down since you, yourself have not a inch of happiness going on.