do you ever have second-hand obsessions
like one of your friends is super obsessed with a thing so whenever you see something about it you’re like “YES THIS THING” but you’re not the one obsessed with it. they are. you know very little about this thing and yet it still excites you because it excites your friend
my gender is when the pixar lamp looks around for a bit after squishing the i
“how could you have forgotten that” i forget Everything. unless i remember
“Not all men” you’re right Cole would never
happy last day of pride, queers <3
glad that im not popular enough to have an evil shadow version of my blog that exists just to make contradictions on my posts
ai generated images make me increasingly sad and tired the more i see them in more and more casual contexts. i dont know how to explain, but it just fills the world with a bunch of nothing. no matter how visually stunning the pictures might be, there's nothing behind it for me. no dedication, no emotions, no feelings, no hard work or creativity, nothing i can truly think about, admire or enjoy. i dont think thats how art is supposed to be