FORMERLY HISPAPERBAGPRINCESS/MUGSNOTDRUGS. i'm 21. i live in new hampshire. i’m type 1 diabetic. i have 2 vERY cute cats. i live in a cute lil apartment w the love of my life. he’s v handsome. i binge watched “we bare bears” bc it’s literally the best. ice bear is life. i collect funky mugs. lemonade pumps through my veins. uppercase letters are lame except in middle words for EMPHASIS. i don’t have friends but i have a lot of fruit roll ups. 🤷🏻♀️
There was always something eerie about VHS, wasn’t there. The distortions and horizontal bands, which came and went, were basically horror effects (THE RING would never work with a cursed Blu-ray). Faces would suddenly fall apart and quickly heal again, texts seemed threatening, like they were brimming with anger. It often made you feel you had accidentally tuned into the secret signal of some subversive world.
Sometimes it’s hard to believe I’ve witnessed the rise and fall of DVDs.