Art Is The Weapon

notice how everyones 30 now

if you're quiet as an adult they kill you

many women are excited to get old and weird, but i have great news that it's fully possible to become weird now, before you get old. just imagine the heights of weirdness you will be able to reach in fifty years if you get started now. that's what I think

this summer i am WRITING and PAINTING and READING and GETTING OFF OF MY EVIL IPHONE

i don’t get it youre supposed to talk at work and focus at the same time and youre supposed to be friendly and upbeat all the time but not distracted or off task and youre not even supposed to rip your own face off and leave it splayed across your desk either

I always loved how back in the day before cellphones, people were unreachable if they weren’t at home. You can call but I won’t be there to answer. You can leave a message but you don’t know how long it’ll be until I hear it. You don’t know if I’m home, but you will have to make the trip to come to my house and knock on the door, hoping I’ll be there. And if I’m not…you can’t reach me!! Now that everyone has a cellphone the expectation of being reachable 24/7 is so disastrous. And let’s not even get into read receipts. I think one of the worst times of my inner peace is when I had an apple watch and suddenly every text and phone call and notification was on my freaking wrist, even if my phone was giving the illusion of distance by being in my pocket or bag or charging in another room. I stopped using it in 2022 and I’d rather eat a jean jacket with no water than ever be so connected again. “oh you can just turn off notifications!” not the point.

I’m not saying it’s wrong to take care of yourself but when I see posts praising old women for having good skin and no wrinkles because they never sunbathed or smiled or ate sugar it makes me sad. what’s the point? I think if you get to 80 and you have lots of wrinkles and you’re a bit fat it’s a sign of a life well lived

cousins and coworkers are addicted to getting pregnant

Concerts will have you staring at the taller person infront of you and thinking Why were you born? Why? Why? Why?

venus planet of love was destroyed by global warming and me i feel also not so good

imagine this heat and you roll over in bed an there’s some cunt there next to you. bruv id be inconsolable

I would take a job pushing the Sisyphus rock if it paid 20 an hour and I could wear my headphones

"all you ever do is complain" that's not true. I also resent.