eyes full of stars

remember to bury the dead with a phone, everyone. these days the ferry terminal at the river styx wants you to download a fucking app

the horror

it really is annoying as hell how someone will talk about how poor people can't avoid ethically dubious products because of how being poor works and then someone with a two story house in the suburbs will take that to mean they can order harry potter books through a drone delivery from amazon and if you criticize that you're a bigot

I know I already made a post to this effect but it's so baffling to me when someone defends the fact that headphone jacks are slowly but surely getting phased out by smartphone manufacturers with some variations of "wireless headphones are more convenient anyway" bc like. If we're talking about convenience what I like about wired headphones is that they conveniently have a single plug that makes the same damn pair of headphones universally compatible with every single audio-output-capable device I own, from my phone and my computer to my fucking gameboy and my casette player, it doesn't get any more convenient than that.

there’s gonna be some hot summer nights this mid july so i reckon you and i have got to get forever wild

"It's as deep as I say it is cuz I have the shovel!" is entering my lexicon, cuz sometimes reading between the lines isn't about looking for an intended meaning. Sometimes it's about following an idea to a reasonable conclusion where the author didn't go, and sometimes it's about pulling the equivalent of Diogenes with a chicken shouting "BEHOLD A MAN!" by taking something at face value

It feels like we are well into a fourth kind of climate change denial: here in europe, leaders seem to have largely accepted that it's real, that yes it's caused by us, that yes we still can do something about it, but just *shrug* because profits and economic growth and business competitiveness are apparently more important than human lives???

whose dumb ass idiot fuck idea was it to make medicine cost money

go to triple hell