the-real-numbers:

Tumblr gothic:

1. You make a big post. You press the post button. It dissapears into oblivion with an error message and you never see it again. You’re not even mad anymore, you just kinda accept it.
2. You go to search for a post you made. You’re 90% certain you remember it word for word. Nothing appears. There was no such post, you clearly hallucinated it.
3. You have 20 new followers. They’re all porn bots. Your mutual just became a porn bot. You look up to shake your head, and your IRL friends are now porn bots. Your roomba’s a porn bot. You catch yourself wanting to interrupt conversations with “Howdy guy! More Gay stuff here!” Are *you* a porn bot?
4. Posts do not have timestamps. You cannot tell if news happened three years or eight days ago. You realize time does not exist here. It never existed here.
5. Your best friend is FootFetishFuckerBrony69 and they’re actually pretty nice. Ashley-m is also following you. They’re a porn bot.
6. You make one shitpost. It gets inexplicably popular. You don’t know what you did but the notes don’t stop rolling in. Meanwhile, your informative effortposts go dusty in the corner. Someone interpreted it in a way that you didn’t think about and now you’ve got one (1) death threat.
7. How in the fuck is that one post still getting notes
8. Your timeline is amazingly chronological but there’s no way to get rid of suggested posts. It’s like a hydra. You click “this post sucks” but three more take it’s place. Suddenly your app crashes. You lost the battle, apparently.
9. You know your friend’s aesthetics, taste in porn, sense of humor, thought processes, deepest fears, interests, hobbies, quirks, and more, yet you wouldn’t be able to recognize them in person.