So I’m trying to export tumblr to WordPress so I at least won’t lose anything (if it succeeds).  And I guess I’ll stop reblogging nsfw art, but I have too much to try and go through to find every nsfw post and delete it.  (Tumblr could have at least given us the option to use the private post/blog features that they already HAVE.)  I don’t know if I’ll lose this blog or not.  And neither twitter nor instagram are good spots for writers (though I have one of each, also miramise).  I just don’t know.  It just really depressed me as I was out most of the day and came back to this.  Way to roll out that holiday spirit, staff.  And score one for the freakin’ purity culture, I guess.

I’ll look into pillowfort when it comes back online, but I’m losing hope that any of these places will last more than 5 years now before they’re bought and run into the ground.

I didn’t get a lot of interaction here.  But I was very happy being able to reblog art that I liked and having that feeling I could kind of ‘keep it’ in the archive.  I wasn’t a big name or popular blog or anything, but I was happy enough in my little corner.  And now that’s gone, because even if I’m not deleted, so many people are leaving and instead of having a safe harbour to go to, I feel it’s all scattering to the winds.  I can’t grasp it any more, no matter how hard I want to.

Is this overwhelming feeling of loss suppose to be what it means to have a safe place?  Then why do I feel anything but?