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So many feels 💚
why do i feel so lonely
why won’t these feelings let me be
I cannot do things
I can not see,
how these emotions keep me so busy,
do I need another hobby?
All that I want,
is to be set free.
I want to breathe,
I want to see the happiness,
I have everything I need,
is how my mind needs to feel.
You’re like a drug,
just your voice,
will make me happy,
then the withdrawals kick in right after the high.
I never intended this to become an addiction.
I’ll call you again.
sometimes I wonder what to do what to do with these feelings
can I tuck them underneath my sleeves?
hide them within my beanie?
or let the waves wash them away
I could quite possibly leave them on a bench somewhere,
and then one day someone will find them.
But could I just leave my feelings just like that?
as if I could just leave them there, somewhere, anywhere, not here.
That part of me, it won’t be found here, but elsewhere,
as they should be?
would that truly be alright?
perplexed at the mere thought of it,
someone just leaving their feelings here and there.
and if someone were to find these feelings, what would they do with them?
Would you return them?
maybe they’d just leave them where they are,
and another would stumble upon these said feelings.
Isn’t that absolutely possible as well?
It is not impossible, but rather curious really.
It’s right there, what will you do?
Figure them out like a puzzle?
Play with it.
Look into it, research? Or is that too nosy? Is that okay?
Maybe the finder has great empathy.
What’s found could be shared.
And then there’s also, “finders keepers”
what does that say about the original owner?
The one who’s eyes may have fallen upon it,
will they keep it? for safe keeping?
to return, or keep as a memento?
A memento of what?
These feeling will have been caught,
caught someone’s eyes, heart, soul.
captured a mind or being.
will it envelop another?
inspire or recreated,
then there’s the possibility of being fixed,
and yet, is there really any need for repair?
How about being passed on to the next passer by.
quizzical thoughts that keep time going, ever going, always.
Though these feelings may linger in their new resting spot,
there’s no doubt someone else will have something to do with it,
whether they look on and continue to observe, days on end,
or just for a moment,
one may think of it, look back upon these feelings from time to time,
where will these feelings end up, where will they go, how far may they travel, will they remain where they are, or stay how they are without growing,
wherever they are left, or on that bench,
will it mimic the flower growing in between the cracks of the sidewalk nearby?
bloom, grow, rise anew.
oh these feelings, how are you?