Oft and oft have I been asked the purpose of that oblique, self-referential sphere of the interwebs known as Tumblr. And as oft as I have been asked, I have either answered or have asked for cash dollars upfront. But here, ladies and gentlemen and the undecided, here at last is the justification for tumblr, laid out as plainly as the schnozz on your pan. This, my friends, cannot be topped, not even by Jake Gyllenhaal on a late and sloppy Friday night.
If you got a letter saying you were accepted at Hogwarts:
You’d look up from whatever you were doing like:
You would then spend the next couple of days like:
You would then go to diagon alley and you’d be all like:
You’d go from shop to shop like:
Then, on september 1st you’d run through the barrier on platform 9 3/4 like:
You’d meet people on the hogwarts express like:
You would realise they’re just like you and you’d be all like:
Then you would jam for the rest of the year like:
THIS post right here? This is what Tumblr was invented for.
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