Hey guys, I’ve been getting more and more messages in my inbox regarding Tumblr. Chances are, I can’t help you. But I can direct you to tumblr.com/help. If your question can’t be answered in that doc, you can find an email form. Tumblr support is fucking AMAZING and will usually get in touch with you within two days.
And, as a general catchall, if ANY site is ever wonky for you and not for other people, try accessing it from another browser on your computer.
Of all the moments I forgot last night, why can’t one of them be the moment I was yelling about being obsessed with the Miley Cyrus twerk videos and GIFs on Tumblr? Why must I live with this memory?
Just yelling across tables about it. Oh god.
- Me: I'm going to drink this. Actually... I'm not.
- Caragh: because you can't find a cup?
- Me: ...
- Me: yes.
In the moments immediately after I wake up, I am a senseless, emotional baby. Whatever I am feeling will be dumbed down and felt totally, all-encompassingly. Joy, grief, anxiety — whatever.
Last night I fell into a light slumber on the subway. I woke up every three or four stops. From the time I got on the nearly empty train there had been one man sitting across from me, dozing in and out like me. We never spoke. We never made eye contact. He had a cigarette behind his ear and a denim jacket. This dude was nothing to me except something I saw when I opened my eyes to make sure I hadn’t missed my stop. There were the poles, the empty seats, the lights, the dude. He was just there — another object, another mark.
I woke up at the stop before my stop and he was gone. I woke up, I saw he was gone, and my lower lip jut out and for a split second I felt tears forming in my eyes until I was like, “wait, what?”