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@meowhawkk / meowhawkk.tumblr.com

MEOW / PINK ⛧ 24 YRS ⛧ THEY/IT ⛧ DIGITAL ARTIST

first they made it mandatory to log in everywhere. create an account to download your free template Log in to access resource give us your email nowwwww. Now the humble password is being killed too. open your magic email link! type your 6 digit code that we texted you because we required your email and your phone number! we’re gonna call you and whisper a code sweetly in your ear so you can log in to your account. yes it has a password but you cant use that anymore. okay? poob is gonna call you. now poob is just gonna call you.

Cant delete my account on an app because you need to have access to the phone number it was created on. I no longer have that number.

I go to find the contact us page on their website. No phone number. No email.

You can contact us in the app!

I flagged the app with my bank so it no longer has payment details. This is all i can do.

was gonna make a post about The Character but then i looked at my dash for 5 seconds and it would appear that everyone is also having the same experience so

fathers casually dropping the craziest lore of their lives in the middle of a conversation

My brother and I trying to piece together our dad’s life based on random info he casually brings up once and then never mentions again

When my great grandpa was on his deathbed my grandpa (his son) was with him and says his last words were β€œI told them they shouldn’t have hanged that woman. Well by damn they’re paying now” and no one in my family knows what the fuck that means

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My grandmother was harassing me about the dangers of online dating, and my grandpa was like, β€œOh fer crying out loud, leave her alone. My parents met online, she’ll be fine.” Apparenly my great grandparents were both telegraph operators who would chat over the line in between messages and fell in love and my great grandma moved halfway across the country to marry a dude she met over the telegraph.

No one alive in the family had ever heard this story until like 70+ years later when I happened to start seeing a dude from OK Cupid.

We were driving through Old Country once and my grandpa Sasha randomly went β€œoh this is where we blew up that bridge as kids, I guess it got rebuilt”

Bro I thought about how I hadn't seen you post in SO LONG I was wondering if you had abandoned here without a word like so many I've followed in the past 😭 which would be understandable but I'm glad to see you're around!!!

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WAAHHHH I ACTUALLY MISSED TUMBLR SO MUCH AND THE REASON I HAVENT USED IT IN SO LONG IS SUCHHHHH A FUCKING STUPID STORY . . basically i kept forgetting my password & bcuz this blog was started when i was like ??? 14 or 15 ???? i had NO fucking idea what email address was attached to this account so last time i logged in here i updated my email so i wouldn't have to do this rigmarole again . . and then guess who forgot the fact they updated their email & the cycle started again GAHAHAHHAA

anyway i missed Tumblr a lot . twitter is a genuinely miserable place i just doomscroll through + blue sky is not active enough for me to remain engaged . . reject modernity etc etc . but yeah im back i ain't dead xoxox HAHAHAH

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But, it's no longer you

I love this idea that Metal being Super too long will drive him insane.

Hearing many voices, screams, cries, sighs, laughter that isn't in any of his data bases as if ghost swimming around him. The emerald even turning his thoughts into a hive mind that he owns no control over.

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