And don’t be upset if tumblr killed blogging, for blogging killed livejournal, which killed the diary — the pad-locked memoir once of and for the sole author (and concerned parents during grave transgressions of privacy) now shining brightly inside the laptop rectangular-lit rooms of similar demographic, each one reading, finding, themselves in another stranger with their beautiful i’s. Where Fyodor failed, young girls with achy emotions picked up, smoothly, the heart “special character” inked a dense black ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ over and over again as a typed password only they knew…