Do you even use functions anymore? Because I don’t.
If you write about me, I was worth writing about. I wasn’t a drop in the bucket, or a notch on the bedpost. I wasn’t just another girl who said they liked your smile or who said, “I bet you’re going to do cool thing someday.” It means that I resonated, that I left a mark.
That’s how the Internet of 2015 works. It’s a system that hands loaded guns to everyone but where bulletproof vests are in short supply.
“Mental illnesses aren’t beautiful. They don’t make you special and don’t make people suddenly care about you. They’re monsters that destroy lives.”
Who were these randos that just hung out in the middle of a room at the end of a dungeon just to fight me??
I definitely didn’t see credit for Mario or Link on Drake’s album case.
The Oxford Dictionary defines slacktivism as: “Actions performed via the internet in support of a political or social cause but regarded as requiring little time or involvement e.g. signing an online petition or joining a campaign group on a social media website.”
“Umm,” started a recent anonymous message I received on Tumblr, which is never a good beginning for anything. “It’s kind of obnoxious that you alternate between skinny outfit pictures and fat food pictures on Instagram. We get it, you can eat whatever you want.”
Kick off your day with these giant LOLs.
Everything suddenly revolves around this tiny, helpless little being, and all of the familiar road-markers of your old life have suddenly disappeared.