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I’m having having one of those days where I wish the world would just open up and swallow me.

internetfangurl:

So I was thinking. What will it be like when (if) the internet dies for good? What would it be like without it just there to answer our questions, keep us entertained, connect us to people… I found a way for us to briefly experience what it’s going to feel like. For 5 seconds. Just sit there and click on the link below. Nothing graphic. (it won’t take long) 

Click here

Shhh, It’s okay. Calm down. It’s alright. Everything is still here. You’re okay.

But for 5 seconds, you were scared, right? (Wouldn’t hold it against you to be mad at me for a moment) My point is, this is what you’re going to feel. Only it won’t end with a hugging gif. And it will be a hundred times worse. And very permanent. The government is coming through. They are going to censor us one way or another, and break us down. Right now, we still have everything. Sure they took the file sharing sites. That made a few of us panic. Still, some are like, “I didn’t use them anyways. It doesn’t really matter.” But the day will come, maybe not this year, maybe not even anytime soon. Eventually the day is going to come. Then we’re boned. Guys, we are going to get fucked by Sopa/Acta/Pipa/EveryEvilGodDamnThingOutThere. And we’re still blogging normally.

Which is fine and good. If we stop blogging, the terrorists win. I’m not saying you should stop. Just be aware. And fight. For yourselves. For me. For cyber freedom. It all sounds so silly, I know. Dramatic, and a little unreal. And perhaps it is. But I don’t think you believe that it’s all an impossibility. I know you’ve signed at least one petition. Just in case. 

There’s no point behind this post except to strengthen moral. I know sometimes those petition posts show up on your dash, and it feels like a new one every day. And you think, “I’m done. you guys have at it, but I’m sitting this one out.” I want you to keep fighting despite that. If something has a chance of changing something, then do it. I don’t care how often you have to do it. You remember LOST? Desmond pushed that damn button every 108 minutes. FOR 3 YEARS. Think of that from now on. (If you haven’t watched LOST, pretty much a bunch of people on an island push a button to stop the world from imploding. Good stuff.)

What I’m trying to say is if you fight for me, I’ll fight for you. Stay together and all that. And don’t lose hope. That’s a big one. Hope is good. Don’t misplace it. Thanks for listening. And sorry about freaking you out there. I mean well.

blade-in-hand:

I am Natalia. I am 45 days clean (17th January) I self harmed EVERY day for two years and for three years before that, I self harmed off and on. I have my own story. It’s in my links, if you want to read it. I just want you to know, you are beautiful, you are amazing. You are priceless. Think about it; You are the only you. My ask is open, PLEASE drop me a message. I’ll talk to you about ANYTHING. You do not have to follow me, I don’t mind. I just want to help.