Reading through my old posts is weird. I’ve changed a lot. Grown a lot. I won't delete or edit anything though, out of principle (I’m very sentimental). I’m not different per se, just at a different stage of my journey. I wanted to say ‘just at a further point on my journey’ and that is what I initially typed, but that would imply that all of this is somehow linear. It’s not. It’s 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. I 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, it’s 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.














