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real ! (nobody knows i have this acc)

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Here we go! Starting from pricefield :) Happy Valentine's day 😌🙌

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via: Flickr

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i think there's something kind of holy about the empty parts of the internet. abandoned chatrooms that are still accessible for whatever reason; maybe their domain is on an auto-pay account that's still so cheap the owner doesn't bother closing it, or maybe they want to leave it up like an archive. empty and failed social media sites with a handful of posts. pages made to advertise for indie authors, html written by hand before the advent of nightmare formatting we use today. clip art, tiled patterns as backgrounds, blingees and pixel flags.

it's like looking through a collection of letters sent between lovers, or at a shelf of books and photos left behind in an empty house. a little peek into what once was, a little window into the life of people we will never know. those people may no longer be with us, or they may be older than us or still younger than us. it may be the last words someone ever spoke in their lives, memorialized on a small fandom forum by sheer accident. i hate to think about all the things that will be lost when these places inevitably shut down or are otherwise lost to time. cemeteries are overgrown by nature, as is expected and even encouraged, but the internet and our digital lives, all the internet mausoleums, can simply disappear with a click. i find that as tragic as i do cathartic.

sure, there are web archives, but it's just not the same. it's a picture of the mausoleum. i can't lay my hands on it in the same way. there's such a weird sort of feeling attached to it all, like something between nostalgia and sorrow and liminality. if it were personified, i imagine it would be almost a psycho-pomp of its own, a guide between the living and the digital dead. the patron saint of 30-year old tribute pages and long-forgotten image boards, dial-up noises and the static of a CRT monitor against the back of your hand. of chain emails and demo discs. saint solitair of the lonely or abandoned, but not entirely forgotten.

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'twas quite revolutionary

the undertale phase was so intense that 4 years later i can say “the pope has a copy of undertale, do you reckon he’s beaten sans yet?” at the dinner table and everyone joins in the discussion. sans undertale might as well be a member of my family at this point. what have i done.

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fuck why is there so much ai art on my feed ihate this

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future me one eyebrow piercing and electric guitar purchase later : where the bitches at

legal disclaimer i genuinely want an eyebrow piercing and to learn how to play so nobody come for me slow ur roll buddy !

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NEED !!!

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typa shit i been on

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meeeeeeeeee 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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and now im crying thanks

#tenlegseightbroken #poetry #im crying

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NOOOOO 💀

me and the bad bitch i pulled by being doomed by the narrative...

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got a whole pinterest board dedicated to these

i would kill for those

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they're like me fr

my own spidersona! METALHEAD SPIDERMAN!!

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