What is tumblr? What is communication? What is the commerce of information with no real relevance that captivates our generation? What is it about the starving artist that draws people in? What is it with our generation that makes us need to sperate our selves from one another in a frantic race to be together? Why is it we need to be self-proclaimed introverts while fighting to be apart of a whole. Is our salvation in anonymity, in a face with context of realness, or rather have we just forgotten what has worked since we sapiens ended the rain of our evolutionary fathers? What makes us, creatures of accelerating knowledge, have the need to contradict our selves and our very nature in an attempt live? Can we simply not live with out such thoughts, or must we hold our selves back and claim it to be what we truly need? Why is it we subject ourselves to being worse than we are, or truly can be?
What is tumblr, but more than the expression of a tear? The physical manifestation of unspoken emotion…
and tits, lots of tits