To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally:
Let’s play a game.
Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.
you, also, what, when, why, how, look, because, never
Did you know that Easter was based off of the German pagan religious holiday of 4/20, where observers ingest the fumes released after burning a plant in a complex bonding ritual?
Really makes you think…
i need feminism because when jesus does a magic trick it’s a goddamn miracle but when a woman does a magic trick she gets burned at the stake
i mean they did also kill jesus. that was a pretty significant thing that happened. like i understand where you’re coming from here but they very much did kill jesus.
happy easter everybody
Steve Jobs had his first amazing and innovative idea in his parents’ back yard.
He was bouncing a tennis ball off of the brick wall of the house, when the thought struck him. He reached for his notepad and jotted down, “take money and credit for the work of others,” and the rest, as they say, is history.
i mean, on one hand, my dad doesn’t know my birthday and never has and my mom either forgot for the last 4 years or decided not to acknowledge it
and i spent pretty much none of my early childhood with either of them, I’ve got 2 memories of time spent with my parents before age 9. this is due to day care, private school, a nanny, ballet class, gymnastics class, soccer, and swimming lessons. one summer at ymca swim camp I got sick and my mom thought I was faking it to get out of swimming. finally she broke down and took me to the doctor to do the whole “see, the doctor says your fine so stop complaining” type thing. I still remember the doctor examining me. it turned out I had a bad case of pneumonia. after the hospital, I was too sick to leave the house the whole summer, which at the time felt like an eternity.
but on the other hand, it was only because I’m insanely privileged that they could afford all those things, which I don’t doubt lots of kids would kill for (I hate all sports but I’m a spoiled brat), so, I’m kind of complaining about nothing. compared to other people I know, my parents look like Glinda the Good Witch.
I’m like the physical embodiment of affluenza/ whiny rich kid syndrome.