05-30-2017, 02:46 AM
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Bearbones Gothic
- you stare at the post button. you've been starting at it for ten minutes since you finished writing. were you ever writing? did you ever finish? had it been ten minutes? you can't remember. the mouse hovers as you debate to post it or not. why wouldn't you? you've spent all day writing this one reply. you decide to go back and reread it to check for spelling errors. there is no reply there.
- the aesthetic moodboards of other's characters meet your eyes. in all of them the colors match perfectly. you decide to try your hand at it. none of your colors match. which character was this for again? did you even search for these pictures? you look at the preview of the moodboard. its been completed. you could've swore there were only two photos before.
- someone writes about their real life circumstances. you wish to say something on the topic. the others feel the same and write replies of warmth or witty remarks. you quote them. someone after quotes you quoting them. that quote is quoted. that quote is quoted. that quote is quoted. it no longer belongs to the original author. the name is missing. who wrote it? you can't remember. you assume it was you and move on.
- you make a dump for your characters. everyone else has one. who were you dumping? you can't recall. the thread fills with tracks and inside jokes. you, for the most part, stay silent. at first there were pictures and gifs, but the flow of content soon stops. the tracks and inside jokes disappear. it was dumping you.
- its 2:30AM. what are you doing here? the screen reads: no unread topics found since your last visit. click here to try all unread topics. you click refresh. no unread topics found since your last visit. click here to try all unread topics. you click refresh. no unread topics found since your last visit. click here to try all unread topics. you click refresh. its now exactly 4AM. you click refresh. there is nothing. a constant emptiness has been filling you. was there ever anything there? you close your laptop and retire to sleep. you open the site when you wake up later that morning. when you click show new replies to your posts there is an unread message. it was posted at 4:01.
- you open the site. it doesn't appear. an empty white page fils the screen. you refresh the page. it is still an empty white infinity. you sit and refresh the page over ten times. you've wasted almost an hour. nothing but that white infinity. you suddenly can't remember what the site looked like before this. what was your profile picture? what thread were you planning on replying to? was there even a site to begin with? you close the tab.
- "plot with me" someone pleads. you oblige. a pm is sent to you. you open the message. it's completely blank. you try and send one in return, attempting to explain the situation. you get no reply. days pass. you check again. the user isn't there. who were they? what did they ask again? you return to your thread. "plot with me" you plead.
- you complete your profile. it looks perfect. everything in order...except your location. you are hesitant, then remember that this is the internet. you jokingly put "hell". you blink after saving it. suddenly your room is pitch black. its incredibly hot. you immediately begin to sweat uncontrollably. you shut your laptop and look out the window. fire. you are exactly where you said you were.
Bearbones Gothic
- you stare at the post button. you've been starting at it for ten minutes since you finished writing. were you ever writing? did you ever finish? had it been ten minutes? you can't remember. the mouse hovers as you debate to post it or not. why wouldn't you? you've spent all day writing this one reply. you decide to go back and reread it to check for spelling errors. there is no reply there.
- the aesthetic moodboards of other's characters meet your eyes. in all of them the colors match perfectly. you decide to try your hand at it. none of your colors match. which character was this for again? did you even search for these pictures? you look at the preview of the moodboard. its been completed. you could've swore there were only two photos before.
- someone writes about their real life circumstances. you wish to say something on the topic. the others feel the same and write replies of warmth or witty remarks. you quote them. someone after quotes you quoting them. that quote is quoted. that quote is quoted. that quote is quoted. it no longer belongs to the original author. the name is missing. who wrote it? you can't remember. you assume it was you and move on.
- you make a dump for your characters. everyone else has one. who were you dumping? you can't recall. the thread fills with tracks and inside jokes. you, for the most part, stay silent. at first there were pictures and gifs, but the flow of content soon stops. the tracks and inside jokes disappear. it was dumping you.
- its 2:30AM. what are you doing here? the screen reads: no unread topics found since your last visit. click here to try all unread topics. you click refresh. no unread topics found since your last visit. click here to try all unread topics. you click refresh. no unread topics found since your last visit. click here to try all unread topics. you click refresh. its now exactly 4AM. you click refresh. there is nothing. a constant emptiness has been filling you. was there ever anything there? you close your laptop and retire to sleep. you open the site when you wake up later that morning. when you click show new replies to your posts there is an unread message. it was posted at 4:01.
- you open the site. it doesn't appear. an empty white page fils the screen. you refresh the page. it is still an empty white infinity. you sit and refresh the page over ten times. you've wasted almost an hour. nothing but that white infinity. you suddenly can't remember what the site looked like before this. what was your profile picture? what thread were you planning on replying to? was there even a site to begin with? you close the tab.
- "plot with me" someone pleads. you oblige. a pm is sent to you. you open the message. it's completely blank. you try and send one in return, attempting to explain the situation. you get no reply. days pass. you check again. the user isn't there. who were they? what did they ask again? you return to your thread. "plot with me" you plead.
- you complete your profile. it looks perfect. everything in order...except your location. you are hesitant, then remember that this is the internet. you jokingly put "hell". you blink after saving it. suddenly your room is pitch black. its incredibly hot. you immediately begin to sweat uncontrollably. you shut your laptop and look out the window. fire. you are exactly where you said you were.
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