I forgot to send my love to Gordie, too. That concludes my og tumblr croo. Where the hell is Gordie, too. Oh and splatterqueer (your name always slips me) no you’re great too with your oast jazziness and shit. And ninjabikeslut (I have no idea what your name is) you like inspire me with your beauty and freedom and the life you enjoy living. That concludes my love messages.
That’s real. Seems to be down to preference and habit really. For me, it’s a habit so ingrained that it takes hardly any conscious thought at all for me to do it. Plus, for some reason, lookin’ at like a paragraph of text without any capitalization is disconcerting, tedious to read. .-.