Reading through my old posts is weird. Iβve changed a lot. Grown a lot. I won't delete or edit anything though, out of principle (Iβm very sentimental). Β Iβm not different per se, just at a different stage of my journey. I wanted to say βjust at a further point on my journeyβ and that is what I initially typed, but that would imply that all of this is somehow linear. Itβs not. Itβs undulating, and intersecting, and a map with red string dangling from pins at every point, intertwined and hard for the finger to follow - untraceable but safe in that there is some sort of direction, if you can find it. IΒ understand some things better (myself included) and other things have never been as puzzling as they are now (myself included). I can still recognize the sound of my voice, itβsΒ just saying different things. All I know is, I hope that I feel this way looking back the year after this, and the next and the next and the next and the next...
I think that this might be goodbye to tumblr.













