Accounts I Follow for Completely Legitimate Reasons

There’s a particular ritual to opening Twitter and scrolling past everything that actually matters until you land on a photo posted by someone you don’t know and will never meet, whose entire public existence you’ve now quietly catalogued. It’s not stalking because the posts are public. It’s not pathetic because everyone does it. It’s just a very specific kind of longing dressed up as a timeline, and the women who post unguardedly into the feed deserve at least some acknowledgment for the damage they cause.