we have literally created our own dialogue? language? here on tumblr and i think that is the most amazing thing ever
please disregard my shitty editing skillsno listen this is actually really amazing because this is a real thing. i think this counts as a pidgin language. a pidgin language is basically a changed, simplified version of a language. you can change the spellings of words, pronunciation, grammar rules, or even make up new words. i think. i’d have to research it a bit more to be sure but i’m 90% sure this is right. if its not a pidgin language, then its a lingua franca but thats more used for trade and stuff like that. but still a new language. so yes, we’ve created our own language. we’ve changed the whole sentence structure. we can trail off sentences, say things like “i just cant”, and use words like ship, OTP, fic, fandom, feels, and ship names and everyone will understand what you’re saying. the part that i love most is how people go “OMGH IM CRIIY NIG SOIOO HARD” and understand each other. for example “IM LIUA GHMNIG”. that one was incredibly easy, but if you knew that said “I’m laughing”, congratulations. You speak a pidgin language. we can even say stuff like “Does anyone know of a Johnlock fic, at least 20k words, not a WIP, with no OCs, and is Post-Reichenbach? Or just a Destiel PWP would be great.” To someone not on tumblr, that wouldn’t make any sense. but you understood, didn’t you? One characteristic of a pidgin language is that you have to learn it like a second language. Another characteristic is that it is frequently changing. tumblr goes through many trends with how we talk. if i remember correctly, when i first made an account about two years ago, talking like this wasn’t quite as common. also, that thing of suddenly capitalizing your sentence is fairly recent. you know, when people go “the new epISODE IS TOMORROW”. Like one of the people up there said, all of this is awesome because how else do you easily show emotion and tone over the internet? we’ve even made a whole sense of humour that most people here share in. There’s so much more that I could talk about with this, but i’m tired and i may be entirely wrong about everything. but yes. people on the fandom side of tumblr who speak like this are speaking a new language
It’s more amazing when you think that the new language was developed almost exclusively through indirect communication.
Man I wish I still had linguisitics classes because I am sure this totally counts as a pidgin language…
(via youngbloodbuzz)
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, butnothing is infinite,
not even loss.You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
(Source: finnualabutler, via imagineditsomethingmore)
The first time I say I love you, your face
crumbles. You look at me
the way man stares in terror
at the stars and the sea.You grasp your head, fist
your hair, hiss, whisper why me
why me I am weak I am
dirt I am dust I am
nothing—Why you? Because
the earth is made of dust
and dirt and you are as
essential to me as earth
is to sky; you give me something
to set my sun against.The dirt and the dust are not
weak. I could build a house
out of you; you are the roof
when I rain.
(Source: whatladybird, via collidingkiss)
It was giving me that
same feeling…like when
I logged onto my first girlfriend’s
AOL to read her email…
that feeling of being a sneak—
a twisted, low-down, shady goblin—
who, if caught in the act, would hiss
and run…or attack and bite
like a child consumed with rage
that’s he’s unable to express.
So I climbed those steps
that used to be familiar,
into that room, with the ceiling
I’d memorized,
same as all the other ceilings
you stare at in the morning
because she snores—
or use as a blinder
to make your arguments as precise
as knives.
Things felt different
but smelled the same. Someone else comes
here now. That’s about it.
Ugly waste.
And there it is,
sitting on the dresser—dusty
and perhaps forgotten—
it’s only value had been
as a weapon to hurt me.
Now,
in my pocket it rests
and I could let it out:
become vengeance,
but instead I just feel tired
and plunk back down the steps
and lock the door
behind me.
futile devices by sufjan stevens [lyrics]
and when you play guitar, i listen to the strings buzz
the metal vibrates underneath your fingers
and when you crochet, i feel mesmerised and proud
and i would say i love you, but saying it out loud is hard
so i won’t say it at all
and i won’t stay very long
but you are the life i needed all along
i think of you as my brother, although that sounds dumb
and words are futile devices
(Source: whichistosay)
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
(x)
