kim, you stupid girl

people telling chatgpt their problems is insane to me like girl just get a tumblr….

damn i wish u guys could read this fic i haven't written and this fic i haven't finished writing and this fic i'm putting off outlining and this fic i outlined but haven't started and this fic i'll never write and this other fic i haven't written and this fic that exists only in vague impressions in my head that fall apart every time i try to commit them to the page and th

yes im too sensitive and what about it

'i asked chatgpt--' yeah well i asked the Cursed Skull That Speaks Backwards and it told me to set a data center on fire

its actually crazy how good music is. and its all different, too. like wow. huge deal really when you think about it

at least there’s fucking friends. at least there’s people who love you in this godforsaken world

interacting with the cool mutual while full of fear and anxiety

valentine’s day truly is the perfect day to sit back and think wow thank god I’m not some guy’s wife

the distortion of "there is potential profit we did not earn" as "there is money we lost" is fascinating and disgusting to me. "megamediaconglomerate lost $1,000,000,000 to piracy this year" is a flat out lie. it is not true. they did not have a billion dollars, that they now do not have. they felt entitled to one billion dollars, that they did not have, and still do not have. it's an infuriating perversion of the truth

cant believe i lost $1000 when i told some guy at walmart to give it to me and he said no

i love fics that feel so... grown. fics about adults that were written by adults who have years of life experience under their belts who pour that into their writing. fics where you can tell this is a person who has lived through a marriage or a divorce or a child or children or parent death or any number of Huge Life Events because the way they write with an emphasis on the highs and lows of the human experience rather than an emphasis on tropes (not throwing shade) is just so. oh man, it's just so fucking good. if my blorbos are grown men, grown women, grown people, i love it when they feel like grown people, not just extensions of the (young) author's imagination. (still not throwing shade). you know?

"how am i gonna be an optimist about this?" was actually the craziest thing to have in the chorus of a pop song