Oct 23, 2018
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Min Yoongi.
Just saying.
I usually kind of have a way with words. But when it comes to describing the kind of love I have for this man there just are none. No words.
I feel in a very weird place with social media right now. I enjoy looking up various things I'm interested in and seeing other people get as excited about them as I do, and looking at people's art or writing. I like seeing what my mutuals are posting even if it's not something I've seen before/am into. But when I think about posting something of my own, I feel like I instantly recoil at the concept. Does it feel hollow? Like staring at a blank canvas and putting your first few brushstrokes onto it, and sure your marks are there but there's still so much space. Even right now as I write this post, in doing so I'm sending my thoughts into a infinite void and it feels like that one time civilisation sent a record into space containing information about Earth in hopes of some other alien lifeforms discovering it one day. It's a message with no specific recipient in mind, just a vague idea of a person or group of people.
I just keep thinking about how much of the internet is made up of people's desire to be heard and seen by other humans. Everything here is a little beacon sent into the inky black ocean, hoping to reach someone.
I should have been able to guess that this would be the overall reaction to this particular episode of What If... even mostly ignoring talk/wank.
Well at least I have proof of being perhaps a younger fandom grandma (what's the age range? def online fandom grandma). In hindsight, it was so obvious.
Expectations people. Learn to temper. And maybe remember this is all fiction. It's all not real. Why are you having these reactions?
Though maybe this is a case of my desire for one place free of tension. I don't have much of that anywhere else lately, or for a long time, and I I hate that even tumblr is bringing me down.
I wore some workout leggings today as pants and I canβt believe I had forgotten how comfortable they were
what have I been doing living my life in jeans and pinching jeggings
how dare
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If you knew this was your last day
What would you do?
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