For those of you who may have stalkers or creepers visiting your blog repeatedly, this is an easy and foolproof script to use to protect your privacy and give you some piece of mind.
License is public domain so share it everywhere. Don’t even have to credit me.
The code has been updated after someone managed to poke some holes in it.
I M P O R T A N T
Im in an adult situation and I kinda need to vent but I’m realizing I don’t really have an outlet for it.
I have a couple close friends but mostly women. I don’t sleep with any of them but talking about sex and relationships isn’t really cool with any of them.
Then I have all my 9 brothers which are on a group chat together. I hardly ever talk on there tho partly because I’m a bit of a black sheep in my family but mainly because they talk about married life, basketball, career choices, children, or financial stuff I’m just not in a place to understand and partake in discussions about 99% of the time.
I don’t put really personal stuff on like tumblr because I’m not stupid lol nah, I just don’t care for feedback of the masses.
So now I’m just kinda wondering where all the people I used to be able to talk about this stuff went.
Ever since I moved back to NYC I’ve been more social than I’ve ever been in my life. I’ve made a ton of acquaintances but not real friend friends. Just people you call up to see what’s happening tonight and stuff like that. It’s kinda weird that I’m just realizing this.
Any way. As simply put as simple goes I’m getting to know this new girl and it’s amazing but not perfect and idk what to do and don’t have anybody I feel comfortable enough to talk to about it.
bloodclotscientist stop bullying me
You’ve got to help me, reallymang. I’ve done something horrible. I caught my girlfriend cheating with my best friend. When I saw them together, I got so furious, I slit their throats with my pocketknife. Then, I buried the two bodies. As I was going back inside to clean up my mom saw the bed covered in blood. My mom got scared and said, “You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.” I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought, “Nah, forget it. Yo home to Bel-Air!” I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabby yo holmes smell ya later Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
I’m rolling from this video
This is a very good tweet
Now I’m an armchair graphic designer for at least the next 2 weeks.
So much work left to do
i think this sums up my feels on this
Album of the year is here.
so-koneko yeah you’re a top 10 thing I’m thankful for. Thank superman for sending me this fuccboi to guide through life.
kissthesecurves I am so aware of how nice it is on the real. I got lucky with so many things. Hard work too I guess but looking back luck was the biggest factor I came out without debt.
Shout out to not having college debt. I am thankful every single day for a few things.
Not having student loan debt
i got a fancy new tumblr.com theme. its okay
me at a party