let's shake this poet out of the beast

my friend just told me that there's a secret second dashboard that solely contains posts from people you've turned on post notifications for, and when i click the link in the messages it opens it within the tumblr app, so the tumblr app also has a secret second dashboard for post notification blogs, and the only way to access it is to open the link for it within the app.

i literally love tumblr

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when i was post op after top surgery i had a good friend there with me to help recover. but the nurse didnt get the memo and when i woke up she was like “ok i’m gonna go get your girlfriend and bring her in to see you!” and i remember being so zonked on anesthesia and so disoriented i just laid there thinking wow…… all that an they’re bringing me a girlfriend too this place is amazing

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i dont give a fuck!!!!!!!

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I made it through
April, May, June; it seemed
I had outsmarted grief

but pulled the hanged man
card repeatedly—the self-same
sorrow said a different way.

— Maya C. Popa, from “Signal”

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Mt. Tamalpais, California // Paul Bundy


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alex albon // the coroner's gambit, the mountain goats
(f1 x tmg part three)

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horniness aside smelling someone's scent (that I like & trust etc.) is one of the most relaxing sensory experiences possible. there's just something so grounding abt getting a whiff...

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george russell // get lonely, the mountain goats

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you only have to let the soft animal of your body blog what it blogs

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i was curious. i was punished for it. i was crushed beneath his palm like a pill. i was more  than a disappointment,  i was a humiliation.  i was encouraged to lessen.  i was a war drum for so little.  i was greenbroke  & proud of it.  i was a stranger  in every doorway.  i was deranged by desire  & expectation.  i was as soft  as the spot  at the bend of the elbow  & the world knew  just the way  to spoon me out.  i was eyes & hand  & a kerf for my mouth  & dark slash of hair  & he had no interest  in domesticating me.  i was turning  my head away.  i was too late.  i was (& am) incurable.  i was bright, then nothing— a bird that yellows the sky like a single clip of pale confetti. i never was  again.ALT

the was poem by silas denver melvin (march 2023)

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