people are allowed to complain about anything they want on their blog and people are allowed to complain about the people that are complaining. ideally, this website should function like a matryoshka doll of kvetching
i love u grandpa
i just think hes so shaped here. i love u grandpa
Have you had a Whoopie Pie
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See ResultsFor reference this is a Whoopie Pie
Uhhhhhhhh what the fuck happened to my poll
A collection of my favorite responses
And this curiosity
[I.D. an edited pyramid graph of maslow's hierarchy of needs where large text covering every section of basic, psychological and self-fulfillment needs read "people online telling me they like the thing i made". end I.D.]
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a one-sided text conversation that reads
please baby im sorry
[a significant enough time gap that a "2 unread messages" divider is added.]
my beautiful princess with a disorder
talk to me
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[image description: text reading “I just listened to the Spotify link on your blog. Wow. That changed my life. I needed that.” End id]
[Image ID: The diagram of Maslow's hierarchy of needs, the entire thing scribbled over with "tumblr mutual is nice to me :)" written over it. /end ID]
In love with this
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first image is a screenshot of a reddit post on r/AskReddit by u/MrBowls
the post reads:
What's a harmless/non-serious secret you've kept forever?
second image is a screenshot of a reply to the original post by the user dancingbanana123
it reads:
I used to live in a dorm hall when I was an undergrad.
There was this one guy in the dorms who had a mat outside his door. I always thought it was a little weird because:
1. You had to walk a long way through carpet to get to the door, so your shoes would surely be mostly clean by that point, and
2. Anyone could just simply take it.
I kinda just assumed someone would steal it eventually, but after about a month, I noticed it was still there. I obviously wasn't going to steal someone's stuff, but I did want to mess with it, so I simply moved it to the door across the hall. The next day, I saw it had been moved back, so I decided to move it across the hall again. I did this for an entire year. Sometimes they'd give up and leave it at the other door for a week, then I'd just move it back to fuck with them. I loved the idea that it surely led to some sort of argument between the two neighbors because nobody is gonna think some guy is just randomly deciding to fuck with them for no reason.
I iterally never met either of the people that lived in those rooms. I just kept messing with their mat.
I had some special moments with it too. On Christmas, I replaced the mat with a Christmas one and then put the original one back the next day. On Easter, I bought the cheapest, shittiest Easter basket I could find and filled it with granny candies like Werthers and those strawberry candies, then I "hid" it under the mat. At one point, I bought a second mat to just sometimes put at both doors, then take the second mat away randomly. Eventually I moved into an apartment and couldn't mess with them anymore though. They never got to find out wtf was going on.
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