Wait, what.

News!

staff:

Everyone, I’m elated to tell you that Tumblr will be joining Yahoo.

Before touching on how awesome this is, let me try to allay any concerns: We’re not turning purple. Our headquarters isn’t moving. Our team isn’t changing. Our roadmap isn’t changing. And our mission – to empower creators to make their best work and get it in front of the audience they deserve – certainly isn’t changing.

So what’s new? Simply, Tumblr gets better faster. The work ahead of us remains the same – and we still have a long way to go! – but with more resources to draw from.

Yahoo is the original Internet company, and Marissa and her team share our dream to make the Internet the ultimate creative canvas. I couldn’t be more excited to have her help. We also share a vision for Tumblr’s business that doesn’t compromise the community and product we love. Plus both our logos end with punctuation!

As always, everything that Tumblr is, we owe to this unbelievable community. We won’t let you down.

Fuck yeah,
David

You’ve seen this reblogged a hundred times so far, no doubt, but here it is again. 

“stress” + verb

liannakristine:

Just put “stress” before any verb & make it your therapy. Stress brunch, stress stroll around the farmers market, stress clean, stress shop, stress power walk, stress fuck, stress yawn, stress brush teeth.

What if I made my first OKCupid account and it was for someone to come over and brush my hair while feeding me chicken soup? There’s a weirdo who would totally do that in this city. There are weirdos for everything. I could pay a guy to brush my hair and give me lots of sympathy for this minor cold. I could. 

The women in New York are so gorgeous that it bypasses the “God, I wish I looked like that” and straight into “wait, do I want to sleep with that? Am I gay now? Did that butt just make me gay?”

The other day I saw a woman who looked like Barbie and it blew my mind. I made my friend look at her. I think I might have actually just angrily said to him, while seething, “look at her! She looks like Barbie! That’s insane!”

I never even saw her face. She just had the smallest waist I’ve ever seen, a great butt and princess hair that made me want to cry.

I let a model borrow my lighter the other day. A model. There’s no way she wasn’t. Skinny and over 6 feet tall with perfect make up and hair and I’m still not sure if I fell in love with her or if I wanted to murder her, skin her cranium, and wear her decomposing facial skin over my potato of a face.

I just talked to a friend from home for the first time since moving to one of the busiest, most cosmopolitan cities in the entire world and I deduced that the biggest update in my life I could give him is that I started to watch Game of Thrones.

I miss my friends. But I also miss Khal Drogo, leader of the Dothrakis, so, you know, sometimes you just gotta miss things. And that’s okay because that just means they were part of a good thing in your life.

I’m talking about Drogo again.

I don’t know if you guys still remember me, but my name is Erin Grace,

adorablyvulgar:

and we have a lot of catching up to do, tumblr!

IT’S ALL HAPPENING FOR US, INTERNET!!!!!!!!