was not seen again

starting to think some of yall arent serious bout finding beauty in the grotesque

they cant even find beauty in fat ppl

feeling like the health inspector

the line between not going out as an act of self-care and not going out as a symptom of depression is but a gossamer thread

i just can't convey the frustration and sorrow that it's been to grow up at first without the internet and then watching it bloom into this useful, fun, connecting force you sometimes spent time on, only for it to degrade into this constant oppressive waste of time and energy where people are constantly pumping out algorithmically designed content for max algorithmic appeal and even the most simple search generates either no results or an infinite abyss of ai generated slop none of which is usable or correct. we briefly had a library of alexandria and then fed it into a paper shredder so advertisers could sell a random mash of pulp back to us at a premium.

sometimes looking in your tumblr activity can provide a fun little mystery called "who dug that up"

gathers mutuals like Jesus did for the last supper : one of you will block me