Wooo, I’m back baby. 💖

🖤✨ When MySpace Let Us Be Unhinged ✨🖤

Before algorithms.
Before aesthetics had rules.
Before we were told to “tone it down.”

There was MySpace.

Your page loaded like a jumpscare.
Your song started playing whether people liked it or not.
Your background was illegal.
Your font was unreadable.
And your Top 8 could start wars.

And honestly?
That was the point.

MySpace let us be dramatic, cringe, sparkly, emo, pop-obsessed, badly coded little humans — on purpose.
You could change who you were every week and the site said:
“Yeah. Go on then.”

One day you were all pink glitter and pop lyrics.
Next day you were black hearts, song lyrics in your bio, and a very serious mood.
Both versions were valid.
Both versions were you.

And maybe that’s why it still hits.
Because MySpace wasn’t about being polished —
it was about being felt.

Long live the autoplay songs, the chaos fonts, the Top 8 betrayals, and the era where our personalities were coded in HTML we absolutely did not understand.

✨🖤