Ignore the older post redirecting you to intractable and adamantine. I no longer run that blog under that name, so the url won’t work. You should still avoid following this specific blog, because I don’t post on it (aside from posts like this) but you can go ahead and follow shrivelliberties.tumblr.com, if you want.
Are you aware of how creepy anonymity can make this kind of request? Fuck. I said how I found the picture. If it means that much to you, go find it your damn self. Creep. Creep. Creep.
I don’t follow blogs, on Tumblr. I follow people and enjoy the blogs they host. There’s not a single person here that I follow and don’t have respect for. If I respect someone, there’s a good chance I’m not going to cater, as their unwitting proxy, to some anon creep.
Please leave me alone, before I get angry.
Scratch that.
I am angry.
Just try not to fuck with me anymore, before I figure out a way to emotionally cripple you. I can and will and I will jerk off about it, when I’m done.
I hope clarity has been provided with satisfactory abundance. 
Hi. I noticed you started following my “thisisablognota” Tumblr. I actually don’t post on that blog at all but, because it’s my first/primary Tumblr blog, I can’t delete it without deleting my account. If you’d like to follow my posts, feel free to check out http://intractableandadamantine.tumblr.com/
That is the blog that I currently use. All that will ever get posted on my thisisablognota.tumblr is my public correspondences, because it’s my default. :)
I switched to corn cob pipe for about six months, give-or-take, about five years back. I stopped, because I noticed it was worse for my health than cigarettes. The cigarettes I currently smoke, however, are loaded with a brand of unflavored pipe tobacco called The Good Stuff. I’m too broke to smoke anything but pipe tobacco. The good stuff is sixteen bucks for a gallon of tobacco and that lasts me over a month.
Peter Stokkebye (pronounced Stoke-a-bee) used to be really obscure. It’s Nowregian or some shit. Maybe Belgian? Tobacco shops started carrying it more, bringing it out of obscurity, when the quality of Bali Shag decreased. Peter is really close to Bali Shag, but it stays fresh longer and there’s absolutely no bird’s eye in it.
PAF means punk as fuck.
No problem. I’m sick of it, too. My step grandpa is black and I don’t use him every time I’m afraid of offending someone. If there’s one thing I wish “my fellow white folks” would get it’s that the fear of offending is probably more racist than anything they have to say. What they say might be misguided and ignorant, but a lot of those folks aren’t half as afraid of offending their white friends. It’s like white people don’t understand that, wrong or right, you should just say what you’re gonna say. Black folks aren’t any more fragile than anyone else and they’re not all going to riot if you say something they don’t agree with. Everyone gets offended and everyone offends somebody. I get embarrassed, though, when I hear a white person say “I’m not______, but _____”.
I just wanna be like “I’m not your boss, but you should shut the fuck up.”
I never do, though. I usually just say “Are you sure?” or I exit the conversation.
thisisablognota isn’t actually the Tumblr I use. I’m actually intractableandadamantine but I started thisisablognota a year ago and Tumblr won’t let me post comments as intractableandadamantine, now. I don’t know why.
I’m new. I started a blog about a year ago, as a joke, but I actually started a new one, recently, and I’m just using the same login. So, I’ve been on Tumblr, technically, for a year, but I’m new to the actual do.
Happy to have turned you on.
Truth! Art is the breeding ground of excess, I swear to God.
I actually want to get “art is the breeding ground of excess” tattooed on my neck.
