Firstly, just know I just had a full-on crying sesh, and it took me a few minutes to pull myself together. Then I wasn’t sure how to respond because this website is so different now. Comment? PM? Reblog? The latter is just what I’m used to, even though it looks weird on the dash now, but anyway.
I feel like I could say that it means MORE to me that those stories inspired you. At this point it’s been so many years…..so many years since I wrote about Portia, so many years since I drew her, or drew anything even. I don’t draw anymore. I don’t really play the game anymore. I still have a sub, if only to keep my houses, but I’m not caught up on MSQ even. Life is so different, and while I love my life and all I’ve accomplished, it’s bitter-sweet to remember the past *decade* and all the friends I knew and played with and wrote with, and how it all is mostly gone now.
I know this is the natural progression of life. But I get hit hard by nostalgia, and I miss when my life was filled by Tumblr and drawing and stories and Portia and all my friends and acquaintances and the inspiration that surrounded me.
And while I’m sitting here missing all of that SO MUCH, feeling like it just has faded into nothing, hearing how this butterfly effect reached you and has changed your life in such a way….it just makes my experiences worth it. This time, when all I had was just…..passion, inspiration, and I just wanted to create for the sake of creating instead of for likes or views….in the end that was worth it, ALL THAT AND MORE, to know I made even a tiny impact. And knowing someone else felt all the things I felt back then, making that impact is the real reason we create. It’s not for the fame and followers and stupid freaking likes. Because 10 years from now that stuff doesn’t matter. It’s….it’s about knowing we as humans have helped and inspired each other.
I’m so fucking happy for you. I’m so happy that I played a part. I wish ALL of the happiness in the entire world for you.
And dude I’m still fucking crying like a baby right now.