Color Me Blue.

humansofnewyork:

I normally go into my conversations with a set of proven questions to ask, that I find will elicit a wide variety of anecdotes from people’s lives: happiest moment, saddest moment, things like that. But with people fleeing war, it is absolutely impossible to discuss anything beyond the present moment. Their circumstances are so overpowering, there is absolutely zero room in their minds for any other thoughts. The conversation immediately stalls, because any topic of conversation beyond their present despair seems grossly inappropriate. You realize that without physical security, no other layers of the human experience can exist. “All day they do is cry for home,” she told me. (Dohuk, Iraq)

I have stopped posting or reblogging anything in my account; I’ve actually been quite happy just scrolling through my dashboard and liking posts. But I think this is really important, and I just really need to post this. Let us all care a little bit more about the hardships of the victims of war, anywhere in this world.

humansofnewyork:

I normally go into my conversations with a set of proven questions to ask, that I find will elicit a wide variety of anecdotes from people’s lives: happiest moment, saddest moment, things like that. But with people fleeing war, it is absolutely impossible to discuss anything beyond the present moment. Their circumstances are so overpowering, there is absolutely zero room in their minds for any other thoughts. The conversation immediately stalls, because any topic of conversation beyond their present despair seems grossly inappropriate. You realize that without physical security, no other layers of the human experience can exist. “All day they do is cry for home,” she told me. (Dohuk, Iraq)

I have stopped posting or reblogging anything in my account; I’ve actually been quite happy just scrolling through my dashboard and liking posts. But I think this is really important, and I just really need to post this. Let us all care a little bit more about the hardships of the victims of war, anywhere in this world.

If there’s one thing I miss about Tumblr-ing…

… it would be the humongous amount of food pictures in my dashboard any time of the day. I both love and hate staring at those photos. Oh, the cruelty that is the inability to get my hands on them. Why must food be something I can only see but never eat? Rats.

4 months.

It’s been four months since I last visited Tumblr. Wow. It’s kind of hard to believe that it’s only been 4 months. It feels like a very long time.

Surprisingly enough, Tumblr is still my most visited website despite 4 months of inactivity. I’ve taken a liking to 9GAG, giving it a spot to my most visited websites, as well as an anime forum site I often visited, but Tumblr’s still the top 1. I guess that proves how much of an addict I was before I stopped.

It’s kind of disappointing, realizing that Tumblr, like every other website I’ve frequented, is just a phase to me. I’ve put in quite a lot of time and effort to my so-called blog for two years, then I just suddenly stopped. As usual. When I’m done I’m done, even if it isn’t so. Really disappointing.

I talked to my brother yesterday, and he was giving my sister deadly stares when he found out she stopped using Tumblr. I thought about I too had stopped. Then I remembered how much I loved spending hours just backreading through my dashboard. It’s been quite a while.

It’s been three years since I created my Tumblr account. I had to update my “About Me” section because I turned 19 half a week ago. Tumblr’s just a phase. What a waste. 4 months of inactivity. I missed a lot. But what the hell, I’m feeling like I’m up to another round of this phase of mine.

No classes.

Not that there’s anything else important.

Good morning everyone. :)

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I totally wanted to end with the heartwarming quote, but damn this is funny.

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