An Archive of a Softer World
Scrolling through my Tumblr after almost ten years feels like unlocking a time capsule to a world that’s gone.
It’s all here. The faded filters, the low contrast, the soft-focus world seen through a hazy, gentle lens. Simple things. A cup of coffee by a rainy window. Laced-up boots on a pile of autumn leaves. A blurry photograph of distant city lights. Each image is a quiet whisper, not a loud shout.
There’s a quiet ache in these pictures. It's a melancholy for a time that felt simpler, more tender. A time when we shared moments, not just highlights. When beauty was found in the small, grainy, imperfect things, not in flawless, sharp perfection.
It's strange to feel homesick for a corner of the internet. A digital world that, just a decade later, feels like a lifetime away.