sometimes wandering through tumblr is just like. someone is wandering around the house inside your mind, opening cabinets, and holding up the memories inside like "look what I found in the depths of your subconscious!"
mostly it was just weird tbh. I do think about some parts of the tour every few months, but I hadn't really thought about the whole. donation drive to send me on it. because that was definitely a thing
I hated that whole trip, it was really pretty miserable, but it's probably good that I went because it made it easier to take flights on my own a couple years later
twink obliterated