People say Tumblr is a waste of time. I disagree. In the future I'm going to be able to look at my tumblr and say, "Baby, this is who you were then, it's all the things that made me laugh, smile and cry. Stuff that inspired and repulsed, stuff that made me remember that life is beautiful. It's me and it's an investment in a memory. Because, tell me: Do you think you're going to remember all of the little things that make you tick now, then? You won't, I promise...But me? I will. It's my shoebox under the bed.