a friend sent me to ur site (presumably because of the tutorials i see mentioned in ur guestbook!) since i was just starting using neocities, thank you for putting resources like that out there, it's super nice to have some direction w learning this stuff!

hihi im so glad ur back idk when that happened! thank u so much for all of your resources and tuts and stuff!! i used them when i first made my site and then i kinda neglected it for a while and forgot how to code TwT so im back on ur site again lol i hope everyone is having a lovely day :3

its strange, how reading someone in how they feel cosmically lonely can make you feel so strangely connected i guess we're all sad girls, after all

ur site is so helpful !!! tysm for all the resources

Love your site. The indieweb rocks! I write a creative almanac called the Liminal that drops on the new moon each month, i'd love for you to check it out:

I came across your website and felt some of the similar experiences you have. I also have a tendency to perceive suffering in my life as something written by cosmic forces, though perhaps as a coping mechanism I've come to view it as a sort of show. Perhaps, I think to myself, there is someone (or someones) out there watching this whole thing like a serialized TV show and the suffering is what makes for good television. But that's also highly egotistical of me to think that my life holds any meaning out in a cosmic sort of sense. I've grappled with a lot of questions about my purpose and where I'm going throughout my life, but it seems that it only gets harder with each passing day as more and more friends drift away and I find myself becoming lonelier and lonelier. To that end, I've stopped subscribing to the idea of hope and instead began thinking of my life like an ant. An ant holds no greater meaning or purpose to the world at large. An ant can die, and no one will mourn it. Its colony will not even notice its absence. The ant is ultimately just a nothing, and once I started looking at my life like that, things feel a little better. Because I am no more important than an ant, and in nature, ants die all the time without a passing glance.

Hey, I'm Omama. I've been reading your blogs and I am engulfed by their vulnerability and self reflexivity. I've struggled with people pleasing all my life, and It's one of the main things that hinders me from truly being happy. When I clicked on the link to your website I was at first— horrified. "What did i miss??" but upon reading your blog post about it, I couldn't be happier. You were someone I always came back to because of your dedication to your web practice, because you were infinetly helpful in helping me interiorize a space for myself on the internet. But now that I'm past all of that, I find myself in a similar stream of consciousness...Your reflections about your own experiences have resonated with me as I have begun to unravel the same things within myself. So, from one sad online girl to another, I'm glad to be accompanied by you in this stream. With Love, Omama

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Your stuff has been super helpful in pushing me to finally start coding my own website, I've made more progress in the last 2 hours than I have in months of saying "oh wow I should learn to code" and that's pretty cool, so thanks :3

erm... spanks... ig

hi my name is jack. actually were TWO jqacks and we are sitting on the same couch. TBH i havent read anything on this website. happy new years. if you celebrate that. you cant say anythingnowadays LOL. im actually stone cold sober. MAHA (MAKE AMERICA HIHG AGAIN LOL)

I thank you for your tutorials on setting up a website. It helped me start mine. I am glad to have something to call my own.

hi, you brilliant

I just read your article "A part of me believes I'm cursed" and I just want to say thank you. I emotionally resonate with it so much and it almost made me cry because emotional things that resonate with my psyche tend to almost make me cry.

I stopped looking for a better internet and got into self hosting. Might as well do it myself after the dumpster fire i witnessed in the indie web community and the Yesterweb movement.