I actually passed away quite a few years ago, but I'm a very private person and never told anybody.

انا كنت من الناس اللي فاكرة انك لما تحكي لحد بتحبه كل الانسيكيوريتيز اللي جواك ان دا الصح والصدق والحب الحقيقي لكن اكتشفت ان حاجات كتير هيستخدموها ضدك كل ما تتكلم في اي حاجة او عشان بس يطلعو صح .. بنصحكم بجد محدش يعمل كدة لان كل حاجة مخوفاك وهتحكيها هتتعمل فيك بالحرف

Like we have commodified human connection to a degree where if you go beyond smalltalk you're oversharing and if you talk too deeply about your life you're traumadumping and if you get visibly upset you're manipulative and if you care too much you're codependent and if you want to talk about anything heavy you're expected to go hire a therapist because your friends shouldn't have to deal with that stuff and yet we're all sitting around wondering why so many people are lonely...

i know it is a privilege to feel things deeply but what the fuck

Keeping an alive tumblr in 2026 is proof of one's sincerity and authenticity - a type of person who enjoys posting for the sake of it with absolutely nothing to be gained....just the enjoyment of curation and self expression untainted by opportunity and relevance