It’s funny when your mutuals are using a queue. Like, ah yes, my beloved has liked my post. I shall await the notice of their reblog sometimes next week. delightful.
Why do we keep running despite all of this? It’s so trying, and so agonising. So why can’t we stop doing it? For the team? A goal? Yourself? Determination and pride? I don’t know. Probably no one does. That’s why… nobody can look away. That’s why it hits you right in the heart.
