I haven't really taken notice of you so far.
You fascinate me.
You annoy me.
Mostly I tolerate you on my dash.
You make me uncomfortable.
I love your blog, but I'm not very interested in you personally.
I don't care so much for your blog, but I'm rather interested in you as a person.
Love your blog, equally interested in you as a person.
I think about you even when I'm not on tumblr.
I'm not even aware I'm re-blogging from you when I do.
I wasn't even aware I was following you. How did that happen?
I wouldn't mind talking to you if you ever messaged me, but it's not that big of a deal to me.
I would really like to talk to you, but I never will initiate it.
I have no interest in talking with you on here.
Sometimes, I like and re-blog posts from you just to get your attention.
I often avoid liking and re-blogging your post so I don't draw your attention.
I'm not very interested in you or your blog, I'm just too lazy to unfollow you.
I've anon-ed you something personal before.
I've anon-ed you a compliment before.
I've anon-ed you hate before.
Never anon-ed you before, probably won't again.
We've never talked and I prefer to keep it that way.
We used to talk but we don't anymore and that makes me sad.
We used to talk and we don't anymore and I prefer it that way.
We talk on here sometimes and I want it to continue.