January 2012
I live for meaning: Class. →
thaatsamazing:
It isn’t revealed in your middle-parted hair, or woven along with your braided locks. Nor is it imprinted on your floral skirts. It isn’t heard in the loud clanks of your high-heels on the way to Sunday mass. Nope, it isn’t seen in the vintage clothes you wear. And it surely isn’t reflected off of…
What it will be like the last minutes of Tumblr if...
Internet: You've been so brave, sweetheart.
Tumblr: Why are you here? All of you.
Internet: We never left.
Tumblr: Does it hurt? Getting shut down?
Megaupload: Quicker than loading a page.
Facebook: You're nearly there.
Tumblr: I'm sorry. I never wanted any of you to close down for me. And Wikipedia, your articles-
Wikipedia: Others will tell them what their founders died for. One day, they'll understand.
Tumblr: You'll stay with me?
Facebook: Until the end.
Tumblr: And the government wont be able to see you?
Megaupload: No... we're here you see.
Tumblr: Stay close to me.
Internet: Always.
