Really considering coming back to Tumblr, due to the circumstances over at Twitter. Not only that, but this is one of the few places left on the internet space where my anonymity is still a thing.

I made this blog years ago during my early years of college, because I believed that great content does not and will never come from seeing an individuals face. Most importantly, I believe too many "artists" or "content creators" are only famous because they are conventionally hot. Meanwhile, there are many other artists and content creators conventionally less attractive or conform to society that don't get the attention they deserve. Also, since I've left I've confirmed that theory.

I myself am an artists who gets paid for my work and actively does it everyday. I have lunches and dinners with other individuals who have their faces to thank for their works and it does eventually become tiring.

Anyways, with that off my chest. Hi, this blog is writing-electrified where I can share my thoughts without having my real life bog it down. Anyways, I'll probably start mauling over Tumblr more since not only do I belive the infrastructure of Twitter will end soon, but the far right ego of Musk will most certainly chase away ad and sponsors eventually.

““Loyal people get hurt the most.” - Unknown”

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Is Tumblr coming back?

Update for the blog. I got published twice in May. If you guys want me to keep using this blog lemme know.

does anyone even follow this page anymore, or more so -- even on this damn website.

Can't get much more romantic than this, and you still won't touch me.

“Why is hard always an excuse to stop?”

— Caroline Myss

“Reality can destroy the dream, why shouldn’t the dream destroy reality?”

—

George Moore

“Every feeling I have is crushed and bruised,”

— Juliette Drouet, from a letter to Victor Hugo written c. February 1833

“Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.”

—

Nora Ephron

“But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life. Don’t you do the same?”

—

Anthony Doerr

Every artist has been told not to be an artist by the person who damaged them enough to become an artist.

“She was flame-like and fierily sad. I think she did not know she was sad.”

— D. H. Lawrence, from Selected Poems and Writings; “The Lemon Gardens,”

“i’m not afraid of the dark. i’m not afraid. i’m not: - a doll you can play with. - perfect. - broken. i am: - (a) wicked - (a) mix - (of) all of those.”

— giulswrites

wonder we go when we die