don’t let anyone on this website call you cringe they literally have a tumblr account
What I love about this site is the fact it’s the closest I’ve gotten to pre-2000 internet in years. No one knows anyone’s real name, photos are entirely optional, and we’re pretty sure at least one of our mutuals is 100% lying about everything. There’s a reason it’s one of the only social media sites I keep coming back to. It somehow manages to be just as horrible, enjoyable, and chaotic as 1990s chat rooms used to be.
The internet is a gentrified neighbourhood and we’re a stubborn old lady refusing to sell her run-down home to the developers.
Oh they already sold us to the developers and the developers went bankrupt trying to dislodge us.
I love how in Ladyhawke The Mouse is a lying liar who lies but the way he lies to the two romantic leads is all “he frequently told me you were the most amazing woman to ever live, he says you are the reason for his existence, and he spends every waking moment waxing poetic about his agony at the curse that keeps you apart from him.” (he mentioned her twice, and most of his time is occupied by keeping the three of them alive.) “She spent the entirety of last night talking about you.” (She spent ten minutes talking about him, she spent the rest of the night dancing with Mouse, engaging in friendly banter with him, and committing second-degree murder) he really did look at this couple who were practically married and decided to be their wingman for each other.
amhrancas 