corteae

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.

florence welch was right. it picks me up puts me down chews me up spits me out a hundred times a day picks me up puts me down i'm always running from something i push it back but it keeps on coming and being clever never got me very far

inshallah he will be drank

I have never, and will never, use "ofc" to mean "of fucking course". It literally stands for OF Course...

almost every person I’ve met in new england who says ‘I don’t believe in ghosts’ sits in silence for like five seconds before saying ‘…….but there was this one time’

let the contemporary record show mr beast was pretty ignorable for his whole career if you were just like, busy.