like blossoms on a cool summer day

I was debating pre- and post- smartphone existentialism with an older gentleman today and he stopped part way through and said “Why are you a security guard? Why aren’t you teaching this at some college somewhere?” And I didn’t know what to say so I went with “Well I used to make art but nobody pays an artist”

I want to invoke thought and wonder and introspection and encourage the passions of every soul I meet forever and ever and dig until I find the glorious potential for creation and experience and joy in every single one but unfortunately I must pay rent and so I stand, a meat shield, an NPC with unlockable dialogue

#capitalism brain tells you that anyone interesting must fight to the top of their interest#and precludes the possibility of everyone everyone everyone already being interesting

“what are you gonna do, cry about it?” yes . the fuck

not nearly enough things are heart shaped

they want you to make fried rice

who is "they"

the wok left

how am I supposed to make fried rice if the wok left

World Heritage Post

calling isack “volatile” for being frustrated over the radio when his teammate is MAX VERSTAPPEN… yeah okay sky sports i know what you are

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

i say yay outloud too like this isn't just my internet persona this is real me