Tonight, I thought about what it would have been like if 13-year-old Robynne
the one who made crappy wallpapers of Andrew McMahon and made friends online because they liked him too and had folders of pictures and videos and live recordings of songs others had posted
had access to tumblr.
The obsession would have never ended.
I mean, it hasn’t totally ended, but it’s much more sane than it could have been.