It’s Mornings Like This I Wish I Was A Smoker.

I think my future self just walked into this coffee shop. Brb gonna find out.

An Essay on Nihilism and Ennui

Maybe the world is doomed. Maybe you can’t do anything about it. Maybe you were born on a train that had run of our track, long after we shot the engineers and burned the plans to lay track anew. The conductors barricaded the engine room where they hold hostage generations of coal miners who are forced to keep full steam ahead lest they be shoved into the incinerators themselves.

Maybe we can’t change any of that. I’d like to hope we can. Unfortunately hope isn’t the thing that drags your ass out of the cave you’ve collapsed into constructed of pizza boxes and soiled sheets. Drive is. Action is. Curiosity is.

Suppose we’re stuck on this train. It will crash. We will all die in a horrible fiery explosion, or succumb to the fumes first. What are you going to do in the meantime?

Here’s the thing: Life sucks and we’re all going to die. We don’t know when, we don’t know how. It feels impossible to plan for a future we have little data to prove will exist. What we do have is the interim. We can sit around and doom-scroll on our phones, or we can live life while we have it.

Plant a garden out of old coffee cans. Invite your friends over to fingerpaint on cardboard. Kiss the people you think about when you lay in bed at night. Chase an unrealistic dream, not because you believe it is possible, but because you can’t live with yourself if you never try.

That’s what you’re doing when you ingest endless content. You are simultaneously looking for the thing that will complete you, and desperately running from the voice inside that asks “what if there’s more?”

Stop. Running. Turn around. Look at the voice headlong. Dare to ask it back: “What more do I want there to be?”

Then go find it.

I don’t care for vampire vegetarianism. It feels like an awfully strange thing to desire demons just to defang them.

Glad to bring new posts to the feeding grounds for my (checks stats) 7- no we’re back down to 6-, 6 whole followers!!

"There's millions of Tumblr users" to you. To me There's only about 12 and we all reblog the same five posts from each other

Intuit credit karma has an ad that stars a nonbinary character. It is three am and I am fighting tears over an ad character named Morgan. The narrator used they/them pronouns the entire time, seamlessly.

I sat up in my seat as soon as I saw them. I was shocked. I was hooked. I am somewhat upset with myself over having such an emotional reaction to a capitalist commercial meant to entice the younger generation. It worked.

I’m so baffled by authors who accidentally write the most compelling queer ships of all time, and then become angry when fans acknowledge that the characters are in fact queer.

So uh….some dude apparently recreated Adobe Photoshop feature-for-feature, for FREE, and it runs in your browser.

Anyway, fuck Adobe, and enjoy!

Reason 2 to finish your manuscript:

Because you want to read it.

I have not even brought up the “villains.” I say villains because they are not so much evil as they are violently protesting for human rights. Good for them.

My favorite character can open dimensional pockets. She kidnaps her favorite monsters and locks them in an old school to make them play dolls.

Generator Rex is legitimately one of the best cartoons ever created, and if I could find a way to watch it I would promptly write a 10k essay on why.

Twin, where have you been?

i bring a sort of 'bruce wayne is actually an abusive father in canon' vibe to the bat tumblr that batfamily fans don't really like