As a teenage-millennial, I couldn't resist the mass-media at my fingertips. I found a way to write and share a piece of my mind with the world—I started blogging. But not just any blogging, Tumblring. Tumblr, is blogging with a dash of hilarity, adobe, and love. Oh and a heavy dose of addictive feeds. I loved blogging, I posted, reblogged, and scrolled through the world of Tumblr daily. I had a proud collection of over nine-thousand followers and I was pretty damn proud of my amateur Tumblr page. But somewhere along the way I stopped—just like that. And I've never really understood why. Now I'm a college student in her barely-twenties and I've still got the same angst to cultivate social change, make things move, and get my words out there—but how?

Every so often, I log in and take a look at the sad graveyard of what used to be my semi-successful blog. Then the nostalgia sets in and I wonder why I ever let my feed go still. I begin to school down my feed (which looks pretty dead too) and I wonder what the hell has happened to Tumblr? This infrequent ritual goes on for a few minutes before I realize something:

Is Tumblr a dying breed? A website that once had posts trending so quickly you'd barely have a chance to click them—was now the epitome of 8am traffic on I-95. How did this happen? Has the feed gone still? Or is it just me? Could the most popular website of my teenage years, have become (dare I say it) outdated? Anyone whose ever been on Tumblr knows how sacred a steady feed is. A feedless feed is literally unspeakable. And if you asked the sixteen candles version of myself, I'd laugh at you. Tumblr? Feed. Gone. Still. What?—it's not even plausible.

And then I considered... Has my feed gone still? Have the blogs that once fed my adolescent mind with ritual activism, health foods galore, spiritual awe, hipster styles, and utter happiness—died?

Is this the blatantly typical "all good things must come to an end" death of tumblr?

Have we failed Tumblr? Have all those abandoned blogs become the graveyard of our youth? Do they symbolize the allegorical structure of what it means to be young? Have we lost the sense of ourselves that can only be found in mainstream stereotypes, teenage angst, and age-old wanna-be hipster blogs? Have our feeds gone still to symbolize a part of ourselves, that too, remain frozen in time? The teenagers at the core of our spirits, devils on the shoulders of adulthood—those things that remind us to be free, take risks, let go—and the stringent adult mindsets that have begun to replace

them. Have our adolescent minds, obsessions, and adversities become a part of the past that is no longer accessible? Are our teenage personas outdated versions of ourselves? Is there still a part of us, that is the bulb of our flowers bloom? Are we still just as much seeds as we are flowers? Or has metamorphosis taken us long beyond our original compositions?

The still feed speaks beyond the web-pages of tumblr: it speaks to an audience of like-minded youths, who listened only for their own voices to be heard. A class of individuals that fought against all stereotypical teenage-stigmas, while literally rooting their embodiment. Whether it be a tumblr feed, a stale hobby, or a lost dream—we all have pieces of our younger selves that have refused to claim us. So I ask: are we still our former selves?

Or have we grown developmentally and sanely into the molds of society we so strongly fought against as teens? Have we evolved beyond our own intentions? Have we simply put our teenage-lives on hold? Or has the stream of consciousness that drove our teenage ambitions actually gone still, never to return again?

As we evolve into adults are we older versions of our younger selves? Or is it much more complex than that? Are we Russian dolls building layers of new faces, adult personas?

Can the smallest voices of the children within us still be heard through the shells of our reformations, even beyond the void on Tumblr?