Vine is dead. Twitter killed Vine. What can we do? Nothing. We are not in positions of corporate power and we don’t know any effective hexes.

The six-second, looping videos of Vine were a new art form when they debuted a little less than four years ago. Now they’re an old art form, a dead art form, a warning against betting big on fickle teens.

Dominated by peppy young folks, Ted Cruz (against his will), and smart puppies of all sorts, Vine was one of the brightest and weirdest patches of the internet. So we culled our favorites and we’re going to keep them here. We need them in case the platform rides into the sunset. And here they shall remain — until the servers turn off, and then, we’ll always have YouTube compilations.