I’m not saying it was RariDash.
But it was RariDash.
Pony blogger, actual cactus, artist, writer, computer scientist, and linguist. New Jersey / Pennsylvania | 21 | male, he/him/his | asexual hispanic | Cereus repandus, or Peruvian apple cactus
I’m not saying it was RariDash.
But it was RariDash.
So what’s the status on blog updates?
Haha, good question.
Well, I’m gonna try to work on blogstuffs this week considering how (for the meantime) my schedule has opened up. College is srs bsns. v:
Currently looking to do a Diaries post because I neglect that blog a lot. :c
Holy shit
Thanks to spambots, if I ever want to find people to test my new indie game, no one will want to. :c
barobarbles likes fall, apparently.
Now that I’m in college, I’m suddenly filled with a profound sense of sports.
Bluh. I need to rant about blog stuff.
this update makes it so you always know the icon of whoever made a post
so yes, that profound quote you reblogged three weeks ago was indeed posted by an anatomically correct horse penis, aren’t you glad you know that
I kind of wonder if the icons change to the current avatar
They probably do.
What irritates me is that it’s kind of hard to tell when oh, the person who reblogged this has started talking now.
Yeah, they should really implement some sort of highlighting when you reblog and add your own comment.
Maybe something like how it works in Activity or when viewing notes where the people you follow are highlighted in light blue.
(via its-am-chan)
fuck
i’m
falling
down
all
these
stairs
today is possibly the last day to reblog this post in its original format. make it count
wait how is this post still intact even after the update
Tumblr didn’t get rid of all blockquotes; just the ones that were tied to reblogging something.
I can still have fun with these if I wanted too.
All I gotta do is manually insert them in the HTML editor.
And presto!
Wheeeee!
I’m out of the loop :V
What did Tumblr do this time?
Woooo college.
In which I reuse a gag that I haven’t used in forever so no one remembers it! 8U
Random question. If birds spoke any real human language, what would it be?
It’s near impossible to tell my parents that maybe, just maybe, I might be depressed and should seek help.
Mostly because they don’t believe in depression. They think that people could will it away and they’re unwilling to pay for a therapist for whatever reason.
Telling them would just make everything worse and I think I’ll just have to wait it out until I move away.
The post-crusade update is done! ;2;
But it’s a bit late soooo I’ve queued for later in the afternoon.