#btw this was written on the train back from melbourne crammed on 3 different sticky notes

[the-young-and-forgotten]

Yea okay, i know tumblr can be bad but like also it acts like a secret little castle in the middle of some dark woods for me. (A bit descriptive i know lolz) A blog I can design according to my taste, and a place where i can be myself without any filters.

I can be up at 3 in the fucking morning and we’d leave it at that. I could fail a test and this dumb site would be the first one to know. It’s here waiting for me to cry, rant and laugh into it. I have made friends ALL OVER THIS HELLISH WORLD who are unknowingly motivating me to save up money and travel just to see them. I can be whoever i want to be without having disapproving parents fluttering over my shoulder at every move i make.

I find it difficult to make friends and keep them, real life folk either don’t like me, string me along or think im weird. But you, on tumblr, how do i- i have people reaching out saying im cool? I’M COOL? Here, i can drop all my masks i have built up, finally living in a place where people accept and like me. I owe so much to this site actually. Showing me that online people aren’t all evil and people are much kinder than i thought.

It’s helped me realise my talents and how to execute them. It’s put me through a rollercoaster of emotions that I don’t really experience in real life. For all it’s ups and downs, I love this dumbass, chaotic site. My special escape from reality, where i am surrounded by my friends and comforts.

A different world just a click away. Literally.

#insanity speaks with no filter #tw rant #ig? #phoebes dead inside and out #btw this was written on the train back from melbourne crammed on 3 different sticky notes #inside the mind of me #at the moment anyway #all of its true tho... #okay but seriously this is how i feel and idc if you have different views on this site this is my view #okay it is short and blunt but if i did go #on it would be incoherent #thank you for coming to this ted talk