professional dumbass/amateur smart person
I like art, movies, music, and books, so Plz give recommendations.
We don’t need to list everything that consent isn’t, just don’t grab random strangers. Like Wtf?!
We don’t need to list everything that consent isn’t, just don’t grab random strangers. Like Wtf?!
Elons mommy robbed me of that timeline, and I will never forgive her for that.
Elons mommy robbed me of that timeline, and I will never forgive her for that.
I’m definitely weird little freak (derogatory) and I kind of deserve that title. lmao
I’m definitely weird little freak (derogatory) and I kind of deserve that title. lmao
People could only be afraid when I let them see into my mind. Only knowledge of my knowledge could drive people to understand why I flinched at my own reflection.
So I repeatedly unlearned the realization. The disapproval didn’t hurt, the unwillingness to comprehend did.
People could only be afraid when I let them see into my mind. Only knowledge of my knowledge could drive people to understand why I flinched at my own reflection.
So I repeatedly unlearned the realization. The disapproval didn’t hurt, the unwillingness to comprehend did.
The cosmic horror was my own reflection, my own voice, reminders of my social role, compliments or insults that reminded me of my sex.
I was the horror, afraid, trying to see itself.
The cosmic horror was my own reflection, my own voice, reminders of my social role, compliments or insults that reminded me of my sex.
I was the horror, afraid, trying to see itself.
Where the act of knowing was the punishment for trying to know.
The act of describing, an emotionally straining experience that seemingly drained all energy.
The inevitable pushback to that forbidden knowledge driving it back into the dark.
I understood.
Where the act of knowing was the punishment for trying to know.
The act of describing, an emotionally straining experience that seemingly drained all energy.
The inevitable pushback to that forbidden knowledge driving it back into the dark.
I understood.
1984 is another book I felt a kinship too.
The idea of articulating a thought with no words. Painfully I understood.
1984 is another book I felt a kinship too.
The idea of articulating a thought with no words. Painfully I understood.
In a way I was trying to understand myself within a culture that is seemingly rigged to misunderstand me.
I felt a kinship to characters that stumbled into some cosmic secret, but was unable to describe what I found.
In a way I was trying to understand myself within a culture that is seemingly rigged to misunderstand me.
I felt a kinship to characters that stumbled into some cosmic secret, but was unable to describe what I found.
Doing so in a world that treats my sense of self as forbidden, constantly encouraging me to forget.
Doing so in a world that treats my sense of self as forbidden, constantly encouraging me to forget.
You don’t want it to tell you how well different stocks are doing? What about tracking your heart rate and REM when you sleep?
You don’t want it to tell you how well different stocks are doing? What about tracking your heart rate and REM when you sleep?
Hand delivered iguana? Yes.
Instant access to Elon musks every thought? Probably not.
Hand delivered iguana? Yes.
Instant access to Elon musks every thought? Probably not.
Plus it’s a good antistatic material that could help prevent that balloon prank from messing up your hair, by projecting friendship rays into your skull.
Plus it’s a good antistatic material that could help prevent that balloon prank from messing up your hair, by projecting friendship rays into your skull.