tumblr gothic

infernalhera:

• You are in a fandom. You have never read, watched, or played the source material, but you have joined anyway.
• The sidebar is disappearing. The top bar is disappearing. The word ”tumblr” is disappearing entirely. The void grows.
• When you are vaguely disturbed by text, you feel the urge to add, “And now the weather” even though you don’t know what it means.
• You used to love something. You cannot remember why. When you see it, you feel only vague disdain.
• Benedict Cumberbatch is here. He is always here.
• People appeal to your heart to fight for a cause but your heart grows ever harder. You will not reblog it. You have no heart left.
• You take up a cause. Any cause. You must have a cause to be relevant. You cannot get it wrong.
• That meme has no origin. It was always there. The next meme will also be there, always there. They wait.
• Everything is meta. Everything is meta.
• “That feeling when…” No. You have no feelings left. You are a husk of repeated jokes and cats.
• “Reblog if you are…” What are you anymore? Are you a person? A creature? An assemblage of animals in stolen skin?
• Why did you do that? Aesthetic. Always, always aesthetic.
• Where is the xkit guy? Where is your god now?
• Where is the log out button. Why don’t we click it. We don’t know. We have forgotten we can leave. We have typed our own chains.