the internet is an inherently haunted place if you think about it like. it's so weird to see long abandoned discussion boards stuck in a snapshot of the past, old conversations between kids from over a decade ago who have now grown into their own lives, obituaries taking the form of half finished profiles. and the silence that fills the gaps between. there's a constant ghostly record of each generation's thoughts, fads, their sense of humour. back when the future was at their fingertips. even stranger, people you used to know exist openly in that space, and they watch you watching them. if you want, deceased musicians can play through your headphones. there's always an underlying sense of reminiscing and time escaping our ever shortening attention spans. what a fuckin graveyard
After 7 years I deleted and cleaned all my posts/drafts/likes.
Nothing remains except this one post.
Tumblr was here for me as I went through the various stages of my life, when the scrolling kept me sane. When it stopped me from feeling completely alone. I memorized URLs of people that were rays of sunshine in my life. Over the years the left and deactivated their blogs. Or I decided I no longer valued their presence in my life. The internet is a weird thing. If your someone I connected to please know I will always check my message box from time to time.
Thank you for the memories tumblr.
