Sometimes I have this feeling that everyone on tumblr has the same identity. There’s no doubt there are communities of people on here, but something goes beyond that. I see over and over the same views, emotions, heartache, fears being expressed. Or maybe take the derivative of that, it’s the tone that is the same. It’s the worst and best thing. What better place to find consolation that you aren’t alone, that you’re warped opinions, your sense of style and life are shared by others, even if they’re oceans away. There’s something poetic about having the same poetry in our hearts. Expressing ourselves, not with the same words, but with the same rhythm. There is something terribly uniform and comforting about this community, even though I only hang on the edge of it. I mean, I see many of the ladies which I follow reblogging and writing to one another. The familiarity and love between them is evident.

So, while some get tired of the bokeh and cupcakes, the quotes with 896 notes, and the many other tumblr cliches, I cherish the sincere confessions, the hand shaped art, and the words written with open hearts, whether sick with grief or jubilant with a successful photo-shoot.