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Bridget's Day Out

Reposting all my recent stuff to tumblr cause you know why

UPS Strike

i love being the person that all of my friends feel safe infodumping to

i never judge, i never interrupt, i ask questions, i listen, i say supportive shit, i do all the shit i wish someone would do for me lol

and they all come to me and tell me about shit and they are all shy and embarrassed at first but over time i get to see them open up more and get excited more and come straight to me whenever something cool happens to tell me about it

why would anyone not want this? why did my parents not want this from me? why did they have to make me feel like shit for being excited about stuff? i shouldnt feel like the most annoying person on earth every time i bring up something im passionate about for one (1) minute

seeing everyone just mindlessly sign up for threads despite all the clear warning signs feels like I’m living in Sailor Moon or a magical girl anime episode where the Monster of the Day just set up shop over night and their product is literally draining your lifeforce for the Dark Kingdom but people keep going there

My guilty pleasure right now is watching luxury hotel reviews and I found this british guy who keeps accidentally clipping into the backrooms.

He's unintentionally making the best liminal horror content on youtube

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I feel like no tags or morning visibility reblogs is being good at this site. Nearly everyone whose username or icon I recognize from viral posts (and the people who have 5 million strangers trying to pick fights with them at all times because they're "popular") have absolutely no tags for anything other than extra nonsense that didn't go in the posts. And occasionally content warnings

tumblr's collective personality sometimes feels like a morality challenge from a saccharine and severely defanged 19th-century fairy tale retelling where the Good Daughter meanders into the woods and says "dopamine go brrr" and the cheerful woodsprites laugh like bells and whisper "posts that have 10K notes To Me" and "investing at 5 notes" and bless her such that pure clout will fall from her lips whene'er she speaks so then the Wicked Daughter storms into the woods with a perfectly curated queue with three guilt-trip calls to action per post and a lengthy diatribe prepared on why likes without reblogs are tantamount to spitting in her hair and the cheerful woodsprites impassively scroll past and then six hours later vaguepost about how much they dislike seeing a specific take that doesn't name any names but sounds suspiciously like her so the Wicked Daughter anonymously hits up their askbox to complain and for this she is cursed to be screenshotted and mocked in untagged anonymity for all eternity and also spit frogs or something