I honestly didn’t know there was a word for maximallism, I was always just yodeled at for being “materialistic” or “having too much stuff” even though I spent so much time organizing each piece, and anything I got tired of aesthetically I’d either sell, donate, or rotate out with something else. I now feel less like I have some sort of freakish mental problem that needed to be fixed. Thank you!!

cannibalcoalition:

eliciaforever:

Ooooh yes.

Minimalism is ultimately a game of make-believe poverty that rich people get to play. 

It relies on the notion that actual poor people’s belongings are garbage and that poverty itself is shameful. Wealth is “clean” and wealthy people have the ability to own nothing but buy anything.

Maximalism is the opposite of that. It’s a wonderful irony—you’d think maximalism would be about flaunting all your possessions. But when you look at it in relation to minimalism, it’s the opposite; the refusal to be ashamed.

Having a lot of knick-knacks and wall art is such a point of pride for me because most of those were either given to me as a gift (and then I bought other things to go with it) or bought from an actual artist or at a thrift store for their uniqueness. I can’t think in a clean, uncluttered room- it doesn’t match my brain and it makes me feel like I’m being told how to live. There has to be mess, there has to be something interesting to look at- which makes living in a rental kind of a challenge. I wanna put all the things on all the walls. 

I put a big map tapestry on our bedroom wall a couple months ago and it’s amazing how much it changed my outlook. 

It’s not ‘materialistic’ to like having things whose only purpose is to ‘look pretty.’ I’m not going to feel bad about having an aesthetic best described as ‘roadside junk store.’ 

Then there’s the whole “quality vs. quantity” side of minimalism, and the truly appalling “its more environmentally friendly to have less things and we all need to do our part” side of minimalism.
I will not apologize for holding onto things that make me feel happy or comforted, or for holding onto things I might one day need. If my house looks like it was decorated by a mostly-blind passel of grandmothers and their helper crows, then so be it.

fuocogo:

insomniac-arrest:

reasons I’ve seen people staying on tumblr:

  • don’t understand twitter
  • don’t understand twitter
  • posts are in chronological order
  • spite
  • no other website has the same ambiance of gothic confusion and unrelatable obtuse content
  • they are a hapless pornbot who knows not of the end coming for their quivering female presenting nipples
  • mega spite
    •  like normal spite but you’re posting dick pics before The End
  • Direct Contact with the Memes
  • god, wht the fuk even is twitter
  • they tried to leave but woke up again on tumblr like it’s the Groundhog’s Day movie
  • Don’t want the nazis to have it

I appear to have been unmuted, but am struggling to find any enthusiasm for a site that has decided to embrace such nonsense. I’ve been on tumblr since 2010 or so (might have joined 2009, idk) and I’ve seen it go through a lot, but everyone who thinks that this is just like all the other times we thought tumblr might go under has their head in the sand. This is different.

I’m not looking forward to losing track of people, and will keep my own shit up and running for as long as possible, but I’ll be migrating. I’m not a dedicated enough blogger for wordpress, but I’ve just pitched a little tent over at dreamwidth as woolandcoffee and as soon as I’ve got a registration key, I’ll be setting up on pillowfort as woolandcoffee as well. Additionally, my insta is thewoolwitch and if we’re mutuals feel free to dm me for facebook deets.

Like I said, I’m not going anywhere for the moment, but the oomff feels to have gone out of the thing.