i dont come on here often anymore and to an extent that was second nature, but it’s partly deliberate too, the distance i’ve put between myself and fandom/timmy. i’d rather be watching from afar these days (not so much that i’m forgetting about it lol)
that’s not at all my point though lol i actually wanted to say occasionally i do come and do a little scroll through this blog or a tag or something and i’m really truly so grateful that it exists. it feels like a diary of sorts of some of the happiest years of my life and as someone with bad memory it’s such a relief and a blessing to have something to go back to help me remember.
and it’s not so much about timmy at all, it’s about my life. i just scrolled past a series of photos captioned february 19 2018 and i remember seeing these photos for the first time: it was raining again, after a few days of blessed sun and warmth in london, i was sitting at a lecture on bourdieu/taste and i kept telling myself i should be listening but i wasn’t, i was giddy and scribbling on the margins of my notes instead. this blog didn’t even exist then. but i see certain photos or read certain posts and it really shapes up a memory that otherwise probably would’ve faded by now. like little tags, little timmy shaped tags that help my life be a little more easy to recollect