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I love it. I probably over share.

I love it here. If I don’t see my normal peeps for a few days, I start wondering where all of my friends are. I’ve even met some beautiful people IRL!!!! I know I shared this on a post a while back, but it had been so long since I had Internet friends like this. I think that since this is not a photo or video forward app, it really helps with that. I like reading people’s thoughts. thank you for sharing them!

@mossyelfie

Jan 17, 2025

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adding to the tapestry of this community

i know for a fact that i’m guilty of wanting that dopamine hit of having people see my posts and like them, but i’m trying to change my mentality around that here. i’m finding myself more at peace just posting my recommendations and taking solace that someone might find them in the future and enjoy what i suggest, rather than needing an instant gratification of a like. i feel as though i’m adding a brick to the communal building that is this cool userbase of interesting people.

@thorns

Jan 20, 2025

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I’ve typed a few things out but ended up not sharing them

Not out of fear of lack of likes or engagement. I mean, I’ve just joined, but so far I think this app is pretty neat, in the sense that it doesn’t feel like a “oh, I’ve got to curate this thought or personal share until it’s whittled down and not actually *me* anymore - so that it’s more widely appealing or relatable” kinda thing y’know? Doesn’t feel like it’s about amassing followers, monetisation, or becoming an *influencer*. Pretty certain that everyone has had angry, dark, bitter, jealous, painfully yearnful, embarrassing moments and feelings. And the kind of thoughts that are “nope, can’t say that. that’s overshare territory babey”- or like there’s that feeling of “would I want that being screenshotted?” hanging over ya. I don’t feel disgust when I’ve read others share those things on social media or when my friends confide in me, but I still feel shame for feeling them myself? How silly. One thought that I’ve considered sharing on here, but yeeted into the void has been about my identity, erosion of sense of self, and self image. Existential dread, stential(?) dread. Which is, like, *yeah*, everyone (to scaled degrees, especially based on your race, gender, sexuality, class, ALL of the above) can probably relate to by virtue of existing in this shitty framework of a society where everyone’s physical, intellectual, and material image is always going to be scrutinised. Which I know? But I still struggle with writing or articulating things like “hey, I’m *not* doing okay with this and I don’t know what to do about it. I don’t like where I am, but thinking about change scares me. Sometimes, maybe all the times, I don’t know who I am or what I’m doing outside of the perception of others and that really fucking terrifies me.” I don’t know, I’ve deleted most other of my social media accounts and only really yap to my close friends about deeply emotional and intimate *struggles*. But I still feel like flinging things out there sometimes to strangers (which I guess I’ve just done here lol). It’s a different kind of vent release, a type that you don’t have to worry about extremely concerned follow up questions from friends or family haha. Or like, the feeling that even though we’re strangers from all over the place, we all share in the relatable struggles and joys of the human condition - whether through personal shares or *memes and shitposts* The candid pet pics are cool too tho

@softshelled

Jan 18, 2025

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persisting

im still going!

@segronich

Mar 22, 2024

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listening to your old playlists

this does sound like spring 2022!

@segronich

Mar 21, 2024

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this is my favorite ask ever! i love family history

here are 3 of my most exciting pieces of lore: 1) my dad was in the south tower on 9/11 and he made it out, but was still in the building when the plane hit. the plane went through his office window, but he was already evacuating and on around the 40th floor when the plane hit 2) my paternal grandfather (jewish) was born in austria but his family moved to milan in ‘33/34 when hitler came into power. in ‘44 when the nazis occupied northern italy, his family escaped into the mountains northeast of milan near bergamo (he was about 13 or 14 years old at this point). his family helped smuggle guns to the partisans since they could speak german with an austrian accent and bypass nazi checkpoints. my grandfather had to shoot a fascist at one checkpoint going wrong, and so at 14 he joined the partisans full-on and lived with them until the war ended. i have a bunch of photos from his time with the partisans (attached some). apparently the group he was specifically with was led by this kinda crazy guy who threatened the security of the whole partisan operations, so he was actually killed by other communist partisans. a few years ago i found a man who researches this exact group in bergamo, and now i have an 80 yr old italian pen-pal who published some photos of my grandfather in his book. 3) my maternal grandfather was orphaned really young in cuba and was really poor. he met my grandmother when he saw her riding her bike down the street and instantly fell in love with her (yes, just like cinema paradiso). she was really rich and her family hated him, so he would wait outside her window just to see her. eventually they get married and have my eldest uncle (because love always perseveres). this part of the story is fuzzy, but i believe he got into some gambling issues and so my grandmothers family shipped him to the US (probably with hopes of getting rid of him for good). but he began to build a life for his family there. then the revolution happened and he continued to go back and forth, but then castro put in the policy that children born in cuba had to stay, so they moved to nyc permanently. but my grandfather loved castro, as most cubans did. so my family is not part of the typical exile cuban-american demographic, which i always found fascinating.

@segronich

Feb 19, 2024

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