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People aren’t addicted to their phones, they’re addicted to the feeling of being connected to other people that their phone enables.

here is your gentle reminder that there are dandelions growing through cracks in the sidewalk. there is a fence lizard on the porch who is growing a new tail. there are trees growing through an abandoned house, branches tearing through the ceiling, ferns carpeting the floor. there is life pushing forward, pushing through. 

on god, i’m waking up january first with a healthy dose of serotonin and a functioning attention span. like, this entire past decade has just been a fluke, you mark my words. i have planted the seed and i will see the fucking harvest!

lol y’all still experiencing time as a linear sequence and not a singularly occurring moment

I was born for shock value