ALTI'm sure tumblr would never, but hey. No sense tempting fate.
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Social media is not private, emails are not private, internet searches are not private, your text messages are not private.
"I use a VPN!" Your ISP can see when you initially connect to a VPN. The VPN company will comply with a subpoena.
"My socials don't have my real name!" What about the email to register that social? What about your wifi provider? They provide the IP address from which you're frequently logging in. Don't they have your information?
Your cell carrier will comply with a subpoena.
You ISP will comply with a subpoena.
So will Google, Apple, Yahoo, Meta, Tumblr, Twitter, you name it. None of them will fight the government on behalf of a random person they don't care about.
This is why fighting for online privacy laws, real actual privacy laws, is so important. It's why using services with end-to-end encryption is so important. It's why if you don't want any chance of law enforcement to know about something, you cannot post about it online in any way.
The messages we recieved growing up about being very careful about what you post online wasn't fear mongering. They just picked a different villain.
Is your dad Ron Swanson? (via blooper2112)
this is the money axe of good fortune, reblog to receive money and axes
Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"
We need to bring back private rail cars as the cool, sexy, exclusive way to travel, so instead of dumping the carbon budget of a small nation in the global south on private jets, celebrities have to attach their luxury pull an cars to the back of an Amtrak. Then the celebrities will lobby for Amtrak lines to be better
Seriously when did this
Become sexier than this
Like isn't it nice to watch the scenery, to be able to open a window and have fresh air, to be able to stand up all the way, not have your ears pop?
Yes. :)
On Christmas Eve, Holly gave a party. She asked me to come early and help trim the tree. I’m still not sure how she manoeuvred that tree into the apartment. The top branches were crushed against the ceiling, the lower ones spread wall-to-wall; it was not unlike the yuletide giant we see in Rockefeller Plaza. Moreover, it would have taken a Rockefeller to decorate it, for it soaked up baubles and tinsel like melting snow. Holly suggested she run out to Woolworth’s and steal some balloons; she did: and they turned the tree into a fairly good show.
Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1958)
the reason i love tumblr so much is because there are so many insane, alienated , delusional silly little teenage girls who are obsessed with lana del rey and fashion just like me that validate my existence as a crazy b!tch
