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ordinarybirds) wrote2018-12-16 06:33 pm
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I did not think I would be this emotional, closing out the BCM tumblr.
It's still up, until whenever they get around to deleting it; there's a link in the post I reblogged to my main, which I still haven't quite decided what to do with.
I didn't think it would hurt like this. Some of it I thought was the loss of audience; even if I haven't updated it in forever, there were still people who had once read it, had once cared about it, art neatly sorted by the friend who created it. The first post went up in October of 2015. Yesterday, I reformatted that to post on the DW community, which I feel like no one will ever look at but Olli and I. Wrapped in newspaper, put in shoeboxes, carefully stacked in a closet.
The writing is rough--three year old prose always is--but it represents a lot to me. A level of creative success, validation, proof that I could do original work. I made friends, real friends, who I'd never have met if I hadn't created it. I was so proud of it, once.
It's still up, until whenever they get around to deleting it; there's a link in the post I reblogged to my main, which I still haven't quite decided what to do with.
I didn't think it would hurt like this. Some of it I thought was the loss of audience; even if I haven't updated it in forever, there were still people who had once read it, had once cared about it, art neatly sorted by the friend who created it. The first post went up in October of 2015. Yesterday, I reformatted that to post on the DW community, which I feel like no one will ever look at but Olli and I. Wrapped in newspaper, put in shoeboxes, carefully stacked in a closet.
The writing is rough--three year old prose always is--but it represents a lot to me. A level of creative success, validation, proof that I could do original work. I made friends, real friends, who I'd never have met if I hadn't created it. I was so proud of it, once.