i'm starting to hate what social media is doing to our culture..

where more likes, followers, and shares now give a sense of validation in who we are and what we stand for

everyone is insecure. that part hasn't changed about us; we are all broken (and it's okay…)
figuring it out will forever be a process under construction. no one's always got it together 100% of the time
but for the majority, social media has definitely become a part of and impacted that process in such a negative way and it's discouraging to see

it's easy to filter, hide, edit, delete things on the surface level
but what's really going on underneath
we are so scared to look at anything beyond surface level
so offended and too sensitive to handle talking about any of it because it's not easy
but still
life doesn't work the way social media does

consumed with distractions and perceptions everywhere that we don't have enough room...enough oxygen to carry us below surface level
who cares if you have a million followers
how many of them are gonna help you stand when you cant

things you said

in italics.

i've had tumblr for over 4 years now.  what first started as a means to upload random photos/visuals online evolved into something more personal; it's become a collection of my memories, of things said to me by others in my life.

from both real (friends, family, lovers, strangers), and not real (tv characters, movie actors, historical figures) characters - these are the people and voices that have filled my space on tumblr; anything that anyone's ever said to me that's stuck for one reason or another is stored there.  i just end up pairing their quotes with visuals from my feed that sparked that very quote/memory of what they said to begin with.

when i go back and visit archives, it's insane how quickly my past memories flash back at me; it's almost like those images that i've paired quotes with became coverpages for those chapters in my life.  the emotions i feel are so real again sometimes looking back. maybe having paired them like this all these years have been somewhat therapeutic for me. whatever reason i keep doing it for, the blog means something to me because it's a piece of me.  a journal with only words can only express so much.  articulating emotions to their full extent isn't always the easiest thing to do.

i hope tumblr stays around forever; i worry that my memories will fade with it's disappearance if it were to vanish one day.  to be honest i don't have the best memory
xmon