I've just seen the posts about Twitter no longer supporting API for free, I'm so incredibly sorry that now you're forced to choose between a bunch of uncomfortable decisions for the Twitter account 😔😔😔 I'm usually too anxious to interact with most people, but I want you to know your mental health is super important and we, as the Volo community, will always support you 💕
Aww that's so sweet of you 🥺🥺🥹✨ it really means a lot thank you 💓
Thankfully the account is half-manual, half automated so it's not the end of it, I'll still be around for some time ! I do want to continue curating Volo fanart after all. But yeah daily volos are probably a dead thing. Maybe it'll be weekly ?
Anyway seeing the crazy backlash the decision may be reversed idk. In the long term there will be illegal scrappers that will let us do the same thing so all hope is not lost :)
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in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!
they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.
they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.
you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.
but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.
where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.
and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?
doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.
but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.
what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.
just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?
your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.
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— slow burn for friends to lovers˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
aaaa slow burn man, enjoy LOL
delicate hugs, but they linger longer the more both of you do it
"why are you staring? is there something on my face?"
gently pushing their hair behind their ear to see their face better
handholding where your hands are intertwined tightly with theirs
late night calls where one of you accidentally falls asleep
them reading you like an open book, especially knowing when you're going through difficult times
"i can't imagine who i'd be without you in my life"
wanting more physical affection yet you don't want to overstep
yearning to constantly be in their presence
platonic sleepovers that somehow ends up with you waking up with their arms around you
buying matching jewelry, but it doesn't mean anything right?
getting extremely worried when they get physically hurt
memorizing their coffee/tea order so you can buy it for them every morning
"you're so oblivious aren't you"
accidentally staring a bit too long at their lips
watching your favorite movies together
singing your favorite love song to them as if you are truly dedicating the song to them
"you drew stars around my scars" (cardigan by taylor swift)
feeling like your complete self when you're with them
sharing each other's clothes (especially hoodies)
hearing rumors that they have a crush and desperately hoping that it is you who they are crushing on
the urge to confess to them whenever you see them, yet you fear losing them
"what are we to each other?"
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