Justin Bieber has deleted his Instagram account, following fan outrage regarding his new girlfriend, Sofia Richie (Lionel’s daughter) and his ex-girlfriend Selena Gomez bringing some much-needed holier-than-thou petty (kind of her wheelhouse these days) to his comments thread.
DID JUSTIN JUST SAY SELENA CHEATED ON HIM WITH ZAYN pic.twitter.com/p8RTjytKKr— lindsay (@zxrrysome) August 15, 2016
And now his Instagram is gone. And, man, it hurts. So let’s look back at all that it brought us.
You know the drill. Hit play, grab a tissue, scroll on through. Then call your mom. Just to tell her you love her.
There was that time he took his true form: adult baby with pacifier.
There was that time he inserted himself into World War K while looking like a TeenNick Travis Bickle.
There was that time he was ripped to shit and it was generally confusing.
There was that time he fainted and decided to sext us all about it I guess. Probably to distract from the cutest widdle pictures EVER.
There was that time he was…an artist?
And that time he was James Dean BUT TOTES DON’T ASK IF THAT’S EVEN A CIGGY EW GROSS.
And then, of course, this fucking chestnut nugget of nonsense.
And while not technically Joffy’s account, never forget the time his dad shared photos of large landmarks in an effort to imply his son has a giant penis. *shivershuddervomitdie*
True art never really leaves you. It’s always in your heart. But nothing gold can stay. Farewell, Instabieber.