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holyshit-someoneactually:

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tsarcasm:

according to USA Today, the average tumblr user spends 2.5 hours a month on tumblr

oops

more like 2.5 hours a day

more like 2.5 hours an hour

2.5 hours an hour

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theamericankid:

Studies Now Show

theamericankid:

Studies Now Show

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pete wentz writing: it was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche when the pearls in our shells got up to dance
pete wentz talking: yo what the fuck is up motherfuckers peep this shit out and put your diamonds in the sky if you feel the fucking vibe
pete wentz tweeting: I got alotta love for dogs that look like mops.
Oh my god.
stuffhipstershate:

Asking You Out Directly
 
Hipsters may hook up with the best of them, but one thing they are loathe to do is ask one out directly. Instead, they employ a nebulous form of courtship that we like to refer to as “The Implied Ask-Out.”
The Implied Ask-Out functions thusly:
Hipster Boy: So what are you doing tomorrow night?
Hipster Girl: Uhh, I dunno. I was planning on lugging the old typewriter over to El Beit and pounding out a few more sonnets for my new ‘zine, “My Hair’s So Long, It Doesn’t Make Sense as Hair Anymore.” Or, you know, drinking in my room. You?
Hipster Boy: Oh, well. Kimbell is having a party to celebrate the one-year anniversary of that antiques store/apothecary/coffee shop he and Jezebel opened… last year… naturally… Should be cool…
Hipster Girl: Oh. Nice.
Hipster Boy: Yeah. I’ll be there at around 1 am, if you’re around…
As you can see, no real invitation has been extended — even the “if you’re around” is decidedly vapor-like.
So why the predilection for such pussy-eque proposals? Well, hipsters are just like you! Shy! Nervous! Afraid of rejection! That and they’re not totally sure they’re into you yet, but it would be cool if you showed up, you know, like if they’re drunk and looking for some action. And if they do, indeed, decide to bail, it’s not like they really asked you out, anyway? Right? Wait, why are you mad?
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stuffhipstershate:

Asking You Out Directly

Hipsters may hook up with the best of them, but one thing they are loathe to do is ask one out directly. Instead, they employ a nebulous form of courtship that we like to refer to as “The Implied Ask-Out.”

The Implied Ask-Out functions thusly:

Hipster Boy: So what are you doing tomorrow night?

Hipster Girl: Uhh, I dunno. I was planning on lugging the old typewriter over to El Beit and pounding out a few more sonnets for my new ‘zine, “My Hair’s So Long, It Doesn’t Make Sense as Hair Anymore.” Or, you know, drinking in my room. You?

Hipster Boy: Oh, well. Kimbell is having a party to celebrate the one-year anniversary of that antiques store/apothecary/coffee shop he and Jezebel opened… last year… naturally… Should be cool…

Hipster Girl: Oh. Nice.

Hipster Boy: Yeah. I’ll be there at around 1 am, if you’re around…

As you can see, no real invitation has been extended — even the “if you’re around” is decidedly vapor-like.

So why the predilection for such pussy-eque proposals? Well, hipsters are just like you! Shy! Nervous! Afraid of rejection! That and they’re not totally sure they’re into you yet, but it would be cool if you showed up, you know, like if they’re drunk and looking for some action. And if they do, indeed, decide to bail, it’s not like they really asked you out, anyway? Right? Wait, why are you mad?

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televisedwar:

Truth, we had it better.

televisedwar:

Truth, we had it better.