online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
Shitty little Christine edit :p
Electrocution 🙃
First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die
How you dying 👀
cross stitched KITT <3 with a template on google. Did it come out right?
Silly little Christine sketch I did at 1 in the morning last night. Very out of proportion and crooked but do I care?
guys what if I wrote a fanfic crossover with some sentient cars. what if KITT met Bumblebee or Herbie met Christine. It would be an absolute disaster but I kind of want to do it
it’s not really that irondad but it’s been sitting in my camera roll for a long time since I made it
the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself
I don’t understand american school years what the fuck is a freshman or a sophomore why do you have these words instead of the numbers
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