Sometimes I hate Tumblr
And when you are sad I get sad. Sometimes I just click the little heart in the corner of your post, because it’s the best thing I can think of, to show you that I care. Or the only thing I can think of. Even if, really, I’d rather hug you. Or bake you a pie or give you a dry pair of socks.
Sometimes I don’t even click the heart, just because it seems like such a fucking inadequate thing to do. And I hate Tumblr because it doesn’t have a I-really-care-about-you-and-I-want-to-be-there-for-you-even-if-I’m-in-another-time-zone button. And it’s not like you care, if you just moved some random stranger to tears.
So damn true. There are also the times when the like-button feels so fucking wrong that it’s mind-boggling — and there’s no other way of sending something as a reblog-to-comment would be far far too public. Some sort of 140 character private—dashboard-note would be, in my mind, awesome.
(Which is why I today took the time to embed the google spreadsheet-form properly and not just a link. Because I’ve been thinking that private thoughts are a bit more valuable than the public disqus alternative.)
But something built into the tumblr structure would be nice.
