Nobody Expect An Update From Me At Anytime Ever. I Am Sleepinfg Zzzzzzzzzz

voted time magazine's sexiest sacrificial lamb of the year

*RIPS OUT MY HAIR* there's nothing like the fulfillment of creation!! *RAMS MY HEAD INTO THE WALL*

SEVIKA SIMPS COME GET YALL JUICE 🤭

Fr tho she is so fine 😮‍💨✋

DUDE 😭

A friend of mine was telling me about some workplace drama and she said one of her coworkers threw himself on the floor and pretended to have a seizure or something to get out of it and my response to that was literally it's giving Pavel Smerdyakov I am truly insufferable

The brothers karamazov

i was drawing ivan and i was looking at him like… man youre 23 you should be at the club dancing to really bad music and picking up zero bitches

But alas he didnt, so its not my fault he looks like hes having a midlife crisis. 1880s russia is just really rough for 23 year olds

searching for some fyodor dostoevsky content but im met with some ugly ass anime guy with a fuck ass bob cut

fuck it I’m drunk. The points being articulated in TBK are literally incoherent! Every single idea established is then torn down--- either parodied, deconstructed, inverted, or paralelled at some other point, to such a degree that it turns into idealogical and philosophical soup. "Pro and Contra", as is stated. The ending is bleak, underwhelming, and ineffectual! Alyosha's speech at the end is a failure. He is trying SO hard to follow the doctrine that Father Zossima gave him, that he is needed in the world, he is trying so hard to say the right thing to these poor children but his words pale in comparison to the great suffering that has transpired and will continue to transpire ceaselessly. These children then hear his words and exalt him and the Karamazov family name, that stands for all that is base and sick in the world. Ivan is still sick. His ideology and intellect, all he is and all he has, has failed him. He has a very long reckoning yet to come. Dmitry is still imprisoned and in purgatory. Absolutely everyone has completely failed to acknowledge that Smerdyakov was a human being and their family member, despite the entire idea being repeated, ad nauseum, that we are ALL meant to be "servants to our servants and servants to all men" and our brothers keepers. Despite or even because of all of this, the book is extraordinary. Though he had ideas that any particular reader may disagree with, this incoherence cannot be an accident. Dostoevsky can convey a point to exactness, in all it's complexity, to a degree that rivals any author who has ever lived. Then I am reminded that this was not even meant to be THE Book, this was only ever the PRELUDE to THE Book. This was all just the set up for something. And the payoff of whatever was supposed to be "The Life of a Great Sinner" was robbed from us by his death! And so Dostoevsky himself departs, and takes all the answers with him, into the great mystery. And we are left only with the endless questions, the ineffectual answers, the contradictions, the speculations, and the mystery. Exactly as we are in regards to the questions and ideas posed by all of religion itself. It's the kind of allegory that would be much too on the nose if you tried to put it into a film or a story.

I saw a very blunt Instagram comment today that told a writer, "AI is going to steal your job soon. You may want to choose something else." It was so nonchalant and casual, like what was just said wasn't heartbreaking to hear.

Can we writers just make a pact just to... not quit? Can we not give in so easily? Can we actually fight to keep our professions and continue to share our own original work? I will never expect writing to be my main source of income, but that does not mean I'm so willing to give it up for the sake of some robot.

I am the failed experiment god forgot to throw in the trash