I guess the story of life is to give and never tell.

do you ever lose your primary caregiver to death, but it's not either of your parents, so the grief of it doesn't really make sense to anybody, yet you just miss being held and cared for like it used to be when you were a child. it's almost like the void never fills up, despite both of your parents being present, or is it just me?

the terrifying precision of the 3am algorithm resetnobody talks about the exact micro-second where your feed transitions from aesthetic productivity core to unhinged 2000s internet lore and hyper-specific medieval soup recipes.i opened my phone last night just to check tomorrow's weather and somehow spent 45 minutes reading a deep dive on why 14th-century monks kept drawing snails fighting knights in manuscript margins. no thoughts. just gastropods in full plate armor.here is the exact lifecycle of a modern digital breakdown:11:00 PM: "I will practice digital hygiene and sleep early to honor my circadian rhythm."12:30 AM: Watching a guy restore a rusted 1920s gumball machine with zero ambient audio.2:14 AM: Deeply invested in a 18-page forum thread from 2006 regarding vintage accordion repair feuds.we aren't even doomscrolling anymore. we are chaos-curating. our brains have completely rejected optimized corporate engagement loops and reverted straight back to pure, unadulterated web 1.0 weirdness. and honestly? nature is healing.

if you, a lesbian, say "he's one of the girls, in a straight way" does that mean you are or aren't attracted to him?