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what are three thousand things you associate with me

tomorrow when i get to work i think im gonna develop powers

“you should be at the club” i should be by the sea. i should be in the mountains. i should be awestruck and rendered speechless by the majesty of the natural world. if you even care

That feeling of falling in love w life again after a long period on autopilot … absolutely ineffable. These days I try to linger a little while longer in patches of sunlight on cold winter mornings even when I’m on my way to things

“what are you doing this weekend” i am going to fantasy land. i am hiding under the covers in bed. i am making things up. i am contemplating events that didnt happen. i am talking to fake people. i am listening to my tunes. i am envisioning scenarios

kinda feels like we're dealing with the major ramifications of feminism being digested via enamel pins and tshirts with fun 70s throwback vibes and not as a serious critical framework to reshape our society

the point of this post wasn’t to mock individual people as cringe or stupid for buying pins on etsy, my point was feminism as a movement was astroturfed by capital interests to be an aesthetic and personal identity without a revolutionary character.