someone from 1997 wished me good luck. it’s like someone from so many years back knows your struggles and i just, i think i’m gonna cry

reblogging for luck from friend in 1997

we need to keep this circulating so it can find the people who are about to stay up for 3 to 4 hours

i do feel somewhat ruined forever. but it’s okay we stay silly

A tarot deck where The Fool is just a tiny mirror that reflects your face

the fact that generative A.I. has created a completely new fundamental doubt in reality (checking to see if an artwork we see is manmade or not) and doubt in the instinct of enjoying art is unforgivable. its sickeningly tragic, and i mean it. NOTHING is worth this price and i hope that everyone will one day realize this.

doesn't it piss you off that you have to find something to eat every single day. every one of them. just every day. you gotta eat something