> consider the ramifications of (repeatedly) running into this emotional graveyard
nah, thats a bit much. especially when anything you put here will read like an original (troll) homer compared to the slew of ifunny posts you crammed in here to shoo away the last of your tolerant, tolerant mutuals. as you look at your smug icon (what the hell possessed you to even watch steven universe? that’s just out of character) and your somehow functional redux edit (with bulges, don’t forget the space bulges) you wonder what the point of all this was. hovering over dozens of empty urls elicits an annoying pang of grief, like finding out someone you didn’t completely dislike was culled but the one who told you doesn’t know the details so you just have to deal with the concept.
you realize it’s pretty stupid to feel that way, as if you’re the only one allowed to fuck off and do your own thing and everyone else must keep airing their prime shitposting material in the quirky flavor text of their choosing. all you mostly offered when you were around was pissing and moaning towards said shenanigans, but gog forbid any change to the formula. like many others, your blog was a story with no significant beginning, middle, or end. while you’ve silently logged on many times prepared to delete the entirety of this garbage-fest like a skyrim character with 100 stealth that runs circles around enemy npcs without being noticed, you can never bring yourself to go down on the big bad delete button. other times you’ve wanted to peek back in and find who’s still kicking, perhaps even partake in the anxiety inducing song and dance of trying to forge new acquaintances. those feelings are a lot more short lived, so it’s probably the loneliness talking. not that you’re completely alone. you continue to antagonize and/or view movies with the kk who not only endured your bullshit, but always had your favorite retorts (who no longer has a blog so HAH, emotional vulnerability with no repercussions) and that’s really all you have the mental capacity for at the moment.
so where does this leave you, continuing to come crawling back to something that’s long since served its use and fails to reflect a single aspect of you anymore that holds real weight? after teetering anxiously like the globes worst gargoyle for several minutes in front of a blank text box, you realize. perhaps what you are craving is the ugly beast of closure. so you face your vacant audience, the few actives nodding off in the back because who the FUCK expected you to ever post here again? although that’s basically how you want it. it’s not some spectacular performance, but a simple nod to every step in young adult trollhood this blog held your clammy claws through. it’s nauseatingly cliche to type and even moreso to post, but what else is there left to say?
pixelskylines
vaporwave
theartofmadeline
andulkaphoto
dailybridgerton
titsay
