The Stitches In My Arm Look Cool I Feel Like A Pirate

how it feels knowing that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand and will not let you fall

“the algorithm only shows us _____” so stop looking at the algorithm. you don't need it. go to a thrift store and flip through some magazines from the 1980s. go read a random book that’s no longer in print on the internet archive. go to a museum and walk around until you see an artwork you don’t recognize. go get a cookbook from the library and make a recipe you've never tried. go listen to the radio. go talk to people in real life. go write a poem or a song and don't show anybody. go take a walk. you are not confined to your online content feed. you never have been!!!!!!!

the overwhelming feeling of sadness sometimes when someone treats me with kindness

"He can't do that!"

"That's illegal!"

"He is violating the constitution!"

Then fucking stop him! Arrest him, throw Musk out, bar them from entering when they try to access shit.

Because guess fucking what, laws only have meaning when they are enforced. They only matter when someone fucking does something about it.

At a crossroads with mama

charged guilty with the crime of wanting

Summer ~ 1895 ~ Walter Crane (British artist, 1845-1915)

Finding a fresh new daydreaming plot is honestly the best feeling.