tired of hope, tbh.

God. take all of meg thee stallions pain and return it to drake tenfold

I don't care how bad life gets i'm not watching Love Island

the scariest thing about the generative AI thing is how quickly people have accepted it as an indefinite, irrevocable part of their reality. people have genuinely convinced themselves that ChatGPT is the only solution to most tasks - tasks they did with their own brain without any large effort two years ago. like you know damn well all of us used to write emails ourselves why are we pretending like this is an impossible task to do with your own two hands. what's with the fucking. AI revisionism. i feel like i am going insane.

All roads unfortunately lead back to tumblr.

summer fruits save me, save me summer fruits

I thought pizza discourse was such that a Chicagoan can't even enter Italy

what will it be, boss? the comfort of misery or the pain of change?