cool trees

in a coherence rut. incapable of making any sense or understanding anything unless it’s in reference to some niche work thing that is utterly valueless. help me, i’ve become an insensate brute toiling in service of the forces of capital, alienated from any of the joys of the human experience.

referring to non-binary people as “my fellow americans”

i love to get on the train late at night and there’s a guy with a buzz cut in a leather jacket spitting sunflower seeds onto the ground and he’s with a lady in a safari hat who’s dressed in a pink hello kitty sweater combined with pink hello kitty sweat pants, and she is absolutely delighted by this man spitting the spent shells

me walking through a bunch of trees: where the fuck is the forest??

my friend whose first language isn’t english asked me if you pronounce poughkeepsie as “puff-keep-see,” and i said “i wish”

unfortunately, i’m always me