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.
The narrative neurotypicals give about the mentally ill is so warped like how many times have you heard “If Van Gogh took medication, we wouldn’t have Starry Night,” and he literally drew that one on meds in a mental ward.
