When you walk away. You donβt hear me say, βPlease, oh baby, donβt go.β
Simple and clean is the way that youβre making me feel tonight. Itβs hard to let it go. Hold me. Whatever lies beyond this morning, is a little later on. Regardless of warnings the future doesnβt scare me at all. Nothingβs like before
iβm really over the idea that customers deserve unconditional respect from employees like nah bitch you deserve back the exact amount of respect you enter the store with. you throw a tantrum in public? you deserve to be escorted out in front of everyone and i hope itβs humiliating for you. you try to come in after close and donβt takeΒ βweβre closedβ as an answer? you deserve to be told to leave and ignored. you insult the people providing services to you? you deserve to be refused service. if you donβt behave like a damn adult with impulse control and basic compassion, no one personally owes you a fucking thing my dudeΒ
whatβs killing tumblr and the activity on this site isnβt the website attacking us, itβs the fact no one uses the reblog button anymore, the ratios of likes to reblogs is staggering and liking shit is nice but if weβre not gonna reblog it then whatβs the point of even making content? whatβs the point of even coming on here? if i just wanted to like shit iβd use pinterest. no tumblr isnβt perfect, no they have done things that seem fucked up on the surface (but totally legal underneath if you read the rules) but the fact no one supports each otherβs content anymore is the reason this website is dying. and i say, thatβs all our fault collectively not tumblrs.