Storms, Ruins, and Abominations

every $30 purchase is like a razor sharp arrow stuck firmly in my muscular wearwolf back

Happy pride to da lesbiangs

i love the part of making art where you feel like you need to go missing

I Saw an Eagle Alight On a Two-Headed Mare and Get Struck By Lightning, and Then Blood Rained From the Sky. Here's What That Taught Me About SaaS Startups in the Age of AI

Does anyone else ever have a sort of phantom physical sense when there's something ready to paste in the clipboard. It feels like I've got something in my right hand and when I click ctrl-v I put it down.

i am not well understood. which is also my fault

ever since i was young i've been drawn to narratives where a character acquires powers by being premeditatively attacked, subdued, and forcibly empowered by some kind of invasive procedure, leaving them feeling guiltily ashamed, alienated from their own body, and violently uncomfortable under any amount of attention drawn to them despite their new enhanced ability to defend themself and others. for no particular reason.