I now understand Tumblarity.
this is why my tumblarity is 23. :)This Tumblr account is the shit in your toilet applying the Coriolis Effect.
But most of the time it’s in a personal level, storytelling about life and the way it sways and sometimes a photodump for the stuff I find on the intrawebz. And you know what, I’m gonna be honest here… MY TUMBLARITY SUCKS BALLS!
I follow a few fellows but my followers outnumber the amount of people I follow. So hello people. But wait, are you really human beings? Or are you aliens spying on my worldly ways because you are currently devising a way to abduct me, finally figured out that I’m the smartest kid on this planet eh? TAKE ME! TAKE ME NOW!I said I’ll start caring about my Tumblarity when it hits 200… and you know what, it never has. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?! You are fucking my brain up, I swear, I’m having this whole psychosis because of it. I am questioning my identity, I am questioning my sub conscious, I am questioning myself because of you people!!! Like, I strive to be interesting, my interests change but I cope up fast, and now I’m actually feeling sorry for myself because… I AM NOT AN INTERESTING PERSON IN TUMBLR. HOLY FUCKERS. But I insist that I am a very interesting person and my friends know that.
Ranting over.My analysis on how the Tumblarity works:
Post cute baby animals, you’re popular.
Post a photo with love sick quotes, you’re popular.
Post a photo with emo words, you’re popular.
Post a photo with words that doesn’t really make sense, you’re popular.
Post really awesome photos taken by other people, you’re popular.
Post boobs, you’re popular.
Post cupcakes, you’re popular.
Post something racist, you’re popular.
Post 500 days of Summer, you’re popular.
Post memes, you’re popular.
Post the dude that plays a geek in all movies, you’re popular.
Post Zoey Deschanel, you’re popular.
Post something from BlogSecret, you’re popular.
Be Reggie, you’re popular. (HAHAHAHA!)
Be Sir Lars Sir, you’re popular. (HAHAHAHA!)
Be a FuckYeah site, you’re popular.
Post stuff about your day, you’re unpopular.
Post photos of what you did, you’re unpopular.
Post serious stuff with matching serious photo, you’re still unpopular.
Post really cute cartoon caricatures that you made, you’re still fucking unpopular.
Be yourself, you are so fucking unpopular, hopeless case, eject.
I KILL ME. Why don’t you guys love me? I love you. I love the world. I love you people! I only hate the world when my bipolar self acts up. Do I have to suck cock in order for me to be popular on the internet? But I’m popular in real life, and YOU KNOW IT. I want balance in my life! So I’m a conceited bitch (I fucking know it.), can’t you guys just take me for who I am? Huhuhuhu! Ay, nagdrama, tangina. Ayoko na. Pagchagaan niyo basahin yan. Bahala kayo sa life niyo. Sana matamaan kayo ng ipot ng isang daang ibon. Sana habang natutulog kayo may isang libong langgam na kumakagat sa inyo. Sana magkaron kayo ng isang milyong alimango sa inyong singit. (Ano tagalog ng Pubic Crabs? Alimango sa singit diba?!)
P.S. Reblog this is if you care, reblog this if you want to save your baby animals from the knives whispering in the kitchen, reblog this if you want to save your quotations from a giant red X mark, reblog this if you want Zoey Deschanel to live. Reblog this if you want me to die happy. I KILL ME.i like your powerpoint art. =D fuck tumblarity.
Winner!!!
