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dullaidan:

@ everyone who remembers goatzee: I am sorry

Don’t worry. No hard feelings.

I tried sending out a signal twice, and twice you insisted on giving me a response I couldn’t even read - not even in the reblogs.

You clearly have no interest in explaining your situation to me, instead resorting to insults (at least as far as the little bit on my tumblr dash goes) and given you presumably blocked me from euclase2 or set it to private, I’m not sure - the punchline being that euclase2 is just a white void for me that still has the follow option, while euclase is still working fine - feel free to think that constantly deleting blog posts and not bothering to explain this to those that wonder why that’s the case is somehow a proper way to behave.

Your followers apparently don’t know, either, or aren’t interested in educating me, since the only one who reblogged these posts directly from me is, well, you.

But, okay then, leave me in the dark so my image of you persists. Farewell.

…I had noticed that euclase had reblogged my post and wanted to see her response, but it was already gone by the time I wanted to check. Somebody else had reblogged the post, too, but only kept the picture, which isn’t exactly helping.

Fine. If there was, indeed, a misunderstanding and you don’t delete your posts because of what I suspected, I’m willing to correct my stance on this. However, from the little snippet my dash has kept, you just told me that I was wrong without clarifying why and then went into another sentence that goes unfinished, leaving me to wonder about other reasons for this, which is basically impossible because Life isn’t a game of Mastermind where you got a fixed number of possible responses and then just go through the list until you hit the right spot.

However, while I’m at it, let’s go into your depressed man analogy and how he’d act if he had the same policy as you. The depressed man crawls out from beneath the bed and goes on a marketplace before telling a story about how he got that way to whoever’s there while he does it and is willing to listen to him, before deciding he’s finished, walks off to another spot of the market without a trace that he was there to begin and either goes on to tell another story on his new spot to repeat the process or crawls back beneath his bed. Call me inconsiderate, but this makes even less sense to me.

Again, I’m willing to hear your reasoning for why your posts keep disappearing. But for that, you gotta wait until I actually heard you.

…I get triggered by trigger warnings?

penis-hilton:

tylerchokely:

rihannoyed:

taking off your clothes like

the picture won’t load but I assume this is “surprise bitch”

yeah

Look out, it’s a human Klein’s Bottle!

(via dutchster)