Fuck You. Thank You For What You Did For Me But Fuck You. I Was Alone! You Wanted To Go To Your Shows

Mother just put in her invisalin, looked at me, and told me that for all the money she’s spent on her teeth she could’ve just bought elephant tusks (legally) instead. Happy 10:30pm.

It’s ok to desire, says the imaginary person with the face of a boy I once loved way too much and drove away

So afraid of posting because someone will see. Honestly, who will give a fuck

I fully expected this purse to animate and get more detailed as I looked at it closer

I drink diet coke as a way to feel something. Anything. Plastic aftertaste? Hell yeah.

I would not know much ab religious guilt but something about finding Christ allegories in every book reads to me as just a) lacking creativity and b) feeling some sort of internal pressure to relate everything to The Good Book and make your secular media consumption holy somehow.

The axolotl by julio cortazar is just him predicting fictive like a century early. Cortazar is kinnie no 1. “Suddenly, I am the axolotl.” Maybe we could all learn a thing from him. Get off the internet, go to the zoo you fucking animals.

The idea that there are some materials properties that are no longer available to work with is so interesting. In general, designers have had more access to more varied materials, but as the climate changes that variety will scale back.

As much as I hate enshittification, I don’t think some people people have thought things through enough to realize that a demand for the same quality furniture at the same price their parents had is a demand for continuing to clear-cut old growth forest indefinitely

Can we have a deep intellectual discussion and then,,,

Feeling like shit and tired of scrolling through nice pictures of myself, time for cat videos