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Tired of trying to be genuinely creative and intellectual. I'm going to invent a vague aesthetic that I can slap a -punk suffix on, market myself as the founder, and put out a series of BookTok friendly speculative fiction novels that do gangbusters because they include a color-coded set of categories to sort one's intrinsic characteristics into. Surely this is the path to the future.

do u ever send smth in a chat thats not even risqué like “i luv salsa” but no one responds so u start overthinking it like…. maybe one of their parents died making salsa…… maybe they were all just talking abt how they hate salsa……. maybe salsa isnt evn real and they have no idea what im talking abt

Honestly fuck AI for making me have to go on and on defending the dignity of toil like I’m some kind of protestant

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling

IT'S CALLED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COMPASSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOT EMPATHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE WORD YOU ARE LOOKING FOR IS COMPASSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!