haleigh.

"love is what makes us human" actually it's 'select all images with boat' but go off I guess

it’s so hard for me to not doxx myself every single day btw. my oversharer’s spirit is being stifled by internet safety

if you go looking for doom and gloom all you will see is doom and gloom. if you go looking for reduced items at the grocery store you may find a littol treat

The pilot -> astronaut pipeline makes complete sense but is also funny to me. There's a secret second sky and if you get good enough at doing sky you can do space.

i think it is generally true that you can have a bachelors or even masters degree in something and know basically nothing about it.

Nobody knows if writing a story is possible

new DB Cooper theory: he’s still falling

the most valueable skill a white leftist can ever learn is how to take an L with grace.

You gotta be able to take an L if your moral and ethical belief systems are to be capable of guiding you. Otherwise you just have an idealized self where you get really mad and scared when anyone points out it isn't actually you. How the fuck are you gonna walk the walk if you can't handle being told when you are not, in fact, actually walking it

you cannot just socially transition into being a good person you are going to have to settle for being a messy human being who has to try and fail and keep trying to get better like everyone else. yeah even when it's embarassing and sucks for you a lot.

I need a polite and effective way to say "hey your heart is truly in the right place and your anger is often righteous but I think sometimes you’re getting recreationally mad about things that are frankly not worth the amount of energy you’re spending on them, and every time you do this you're driving yourself slightly more insane with nothing to show for it," and then I need a way to broadcast that message through a loudspeaker to roughly 30,000 people at once, and THEN I need a time machine to send that message to my past self lol. and maybe a second time machine in case past me tries to be clever and sabotage the version of me who comes through the first time machine

he's gonna die one day soon and it wont fix everything but it'll feel great and the whole world is gonna fucking party together

What if the real grief was the writing we didn't do along the way

I think we should all quit our jobs and write explicit fanfic instead