The Way Tomoko Demonizes Her Classmates For Having More Active Social Lives Than Her Is Actually So Relatable

to those of you who are moving here from tiktok, from someone whos used both tiktok and tumbr for years...

1. DO NOT censor your posts

dont censor sex, abuse, suicide, dont censor it. we dont have censors like tiktok does, you wont be banned for talking about these things and tagging them properly helps people avoid them (also, we dont have shadowbanning here)

2. we dont really have an algorithm

you follow who you follow, and you see posts from who you follow or what you search. the 'for you page' is basically useless here. this also brings me to my next two points

3. dont crosstag

we get it, on tiktok you have to crosstag for reach, but thats not really a thing here. just tag your posts properly (also posters often leave more info about the post in the tags!! and when you reblog stuff you can leave your own notes in the tags, kind of like the old "repost comments" on tiktok)

4. dont expect to go viral/be famous

"viral" isnt really a thing on here (at least not for the average blogger). your posts will probably get 2-10 likes and you wont get nearly as many followers than on tiktok. thats just how tumblr is

5. blocking is your best friend

tiktok is VERY discussion based, and while tumblr is much more discussion based than other social medias, its still not a good place for ragebait/discourse. dont interact, itll make your experience worse in the end, just block and move on

6. you cant go into someone elses house and start rearranging their furniture

this is tumblr, not tiktok. dont diss old tumblr users for how they use the site or try to change them, thats like going into someone elses house and trying to rearrange their furniture. we've been here longer and we're familiar with the site and its culture, either find your niche, adapt, or find a different app

ugh i don’t want to open up to people..that’s too scary…

*proceeds to post my every thought on tumblr for anyone to see*

footage of me checking Tumblr and every messaging app knowing damn well that no one wants to talk to me

"How can you stand the fact that gross, disgusting fiction about (x topic) exists??"

It's simple, I know how to be polite and ignore fiction I'm not interested in, and I don't base my concept of morality on what I personally consider to be icky or distasteful.

I feel like I never see other jirai that are over 18. It's always 14-16 year old kids, and it's just... so awkward. I shouldn't be considered old yet, but even then whenever I'm in a space for something I like there are always so many children! and it makes me feel like a Total Creep!!! and all while I'm just here to see that other people struggle like me and love the same things as me!

just wanted to let you know that if you post chubby / plus size / fat people on your ed blog and degrade them to make yourself feel better, you're an absolute piece of shit and I wish you mass hair loss

actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.

GUESS WHAT? IT'S TIME FOR A WEIRD METAPHOR TO EXPLAIN HOW I FEEL!!!

The only way I can explain it is this:

I'm in a cage. I built it, I put myself here (perhaps through the coaxing of others, but I was the one to step in). I know it like the back of my hand. Like my own street. I was the one who locked myself in and only I have the key to leave. It's in my hand.

It was kinda nice at first. To sit alone and bathe in my own misery, watching people pass by and never come towards the door. But now I hate it.

"So?" You ask, "why don't you just unlock the door and leave? The option is there."

I can't.

I tremble towards the lock, sometimes I'll even unlock it. But the door stays closed. I will lock it again. And again. And again. And again. And then I'll scurry back to the corner of the cage like a frightened dog, tail in-between my legs.

And nobody cares if I came out. They don't visit. They don't acknowledge or ask why. They won't even spare a glance. I'll be the same person I always was. And the cage will still lie in wait for the next time. The only person who encourages me to leave is a woman who sees many cages, she even unlocked the door from her side and held it open for me. But I remain here.

If I go, I'll be in a world that I watched develop from my corner of my cage, but never really had a part in. Especially before. Especially now. Things I won't understand and people who won't want me. And I'll miss it.

So, I'll just stay here. Until I rot. Perhaps leaving the door open, but always never stepping out.

i was informed op is a terf so here's that photo of gisèle pelicot again, with source. merci gisèle ❤️