The millennial girl in me is getting nostalgic.

⋆ ✧˚₊I miss the old static web, when the internet felt more human and connection wasn’t filtered through algorithms curating our reality and shaping what we see, who we meet, and how we connect. Followers weren’t the goal. Creativity was.⋆ ✧˚₊

Except for the classics, of course:

(Don’t tell me you miss this—because if you do, I will unleash Comic Sans upon you: splashed across glitter backgrounds, buried in nesting iframes inside tables, inside more tables, inside frames. Autoplaying MIDI. Hit counters. Dancing, glittering, blood-drop GIFs. A guestbook no one has signed since 2003. I will add cliques. Tagboards. Dolls. Blinkies. Toyboxes. A three-hour loading time. Made in notepad and best viewed with a browser and no expectations.

And whatever else the darkest corners of the early web can still provide—all lovingly assembled to make your life beautifully, exquisitely unbearable; i.e., mandatory viewing in Internet Explorer, with WTF output lovingly spewed from FrontPage.)