la luna enamorada

Some people have to pretend you’re a bad person so they don’t feel guilty about the things they did to you.

god is ignoring my safe word

"your life is yours to mold" oh nooooooooo oh no oh my god. oh fuck me. no. oh my god. oh im so fucked dude.

everybody left, then went and decided they needed me again. fuck y’all. it’s my time.

Image description: a text reading “ok well dont ponder yourself into stagnation diva! u got this”

"time heals all wounds" WRONG! time is ripping into me with a cheese grater

Not to be vague but not again please

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.

The fear of abandonment isn’t just about people leaving, it’s the gut-wrenching belief that you aren’t worth staying for.

the only way out is through but fuuuuuuuuuck fuuuuucckkkk cant i like scooch past or something

"google ai" "spotify ai dj" "ai assistant" "enhanced by ai" what if i just start beating people over the head with a rock