I Am The Failed Experiment God Forgot To Throw In The Trash

Not me yapping to my audience of 0 people

Me when I crush her dried up menstrual blood into a fine powder and snort it

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.

damn

“Since it lacks physical form, the mind can never be harmed by anything, but because it clings to the body it is oppressed by the body’s suffering.”

— Śāntideva, Bodhicaryāvatāra, Crosby & Skilton tr. (6:52)

Oh my GOD.

still reeling from this gem

literally screaming.

Just so yall know, whenever I say "oh they're just a silly little guy!!!" what I actually mean is "I'm aware of all of the atrocities they've committed, and all of the depth and nuance that they hold, and I love them for it" ok? Ok. Now let me enjoy my silly little guys they are so silly

What if I changed everything about my self and never looked back

SEVIKA SIMPS COME GET YALL JUICE 🤭

Fr tho she is so fine 😮‍💨✋

Goes so hard🔥🔥🔥

Call me Snoop dog the way the standards I set for myself are so fucking high