this is a blog about ducks

the problem with parents is that they are undiagnosed

for the record im not technially 100% anti-AI, in the sense that its a broad category of tech being lumped under one umbrella term so it feels over-zealous to say i hate all of it all the time forever. but i also think trying to discuss what it actually IS good for is difficult right now when i cant take one step without something trying to convince me to use chatgpt to summarize my life and speed up my hobbies and turn my friends into chatbots and optimize my life into oblivion. i am certain there is nuance to the topic but can we stop cramming the square peg into the round hole before you start trying to sell me on the legitimate benefits of the square peg. please.

my knight you have to live you have to get up you have to put your hand over your wound and hold it there. you have to keep walking and walking and walking because you cannot lay down yet, it’s not time. wipe the blood off your breastplate and look up into the sun. lean on your sword if you need to. lift one foot after another. get up. get up. this would be a pitiful grave.

“This would be a pitiful grave” is now my new go-to when I’m sad or upset. God that’s fire

I love my mom and I know she’s just worried about me… but sometimes I wish she’d just let me sink without making me feel bad about it too

completely unrelated but I think I’m going to go insane if I have to come into this bathroom with literal shit on the floor all the time

goo goo dolls if they were in dune: and i don’t want the worm to see me

Just found out “sard” was a medieval term for coitus. Big brained and real of me.

scrappy doo has been found dead in miami

is he okay

hes alright but he died