sometimes i think about trying to make use of tumblr again but like. well for one i don’t even know who i know who uses it still

but also my associations with tumblr are mostly about callouts, from a time when blocking didn’t even meaningfully work, which made them this inescapable plague because people just had like half a dozen ways to put things on your screen that you couldn’t prevent.

like the post history of this blog is currently mostly people spewing vitriol and me being angry about that and spewing it right back, which is just unpleasant all around

but even before that… i think of stuff like posting about styx’s then-incurable illness, which he was swiftly dying from. because i always liked trying to be open about personal things, and i liked the idea of keeping some kind of record of a major thing, even if it was a catastrophe. but now i associate that with someone misunderstanding the posts and straight up accusing me of killing my cat.

(by the way FIP is no longer a death sentence — there is an antiviral called merely GS-441524 that is not FDA approved for vet use because of some corporate malarkey so you have to get it yourself but it is unbelievably effective, this sounds so fake i know but it is extremely real and there are even like facebook groups where people pass their unused doses around)

anyway i guess that sort of thing makes it hard to dive back in