can't wait to be smell-tortured every single day at my desk bc ppl have to heat up a stew or smth and are wearing 2 liters of colonge

I should be able to roll over and sip mineral water like the world's most spoiled rat

the worst part is half the time u never even know. I called the thai place around the corner for takeout and the line was just disconnected. no signs or messages just stuff boarded up and torn down. it sucks

there's been so many places gone in the last couple years just in my neighborhood :( rip like half of grand lake too. pour one out for simply greek every weekend

I'm so not over this. choosing fucking white for 2026. I am pounding nails into a bat as we speak

I live in a beautiful place I work my dream job I have the security I worked for so why is it all empty. why do I feel so hollow and like a shell of myself?

Is it unrealistic to think a content moderation team should be composed of art historians? Maybe, but not to think they might be able to kick a tough question to someone with extensive background. Or to imagine that moderation should be treated as a serious profession arising from the humanities.

I keep trying to draw myself and it just melts away like snow