BRIDGERTON | 2.08
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BRIDGERTON | 2.08
i ghost wrote this
I know some people are confused about the music this season but idk I think getting fingered in a cab on the way home from a night out to a Pitbull song is relatable in any era
If I wed your sister, it will bind me and you together for eternity, and I will spend every day of my marriage wanting you, dreaming of you, dreading the day when my last thread of honor finally snaps. Is that the future that you want for us? For your sister?
BRIDGERTON 2.05 — An Unthinkable Fate
this is a foundational text to me i can’t believe it hasn’t even cracked 4k retweets
Embarressed by how many people I thought were my friends in the past. Maturing and being a parent really opens your eyes.
Never accepting anything less than what I give anymore
I feel so alone and like I'm losing myself. I feel so jaded about people, everyone feels catty and never can just stay in their lane. Or are just straight up evil. Wish I couldescape to the middle of nowhere right now. Or maybe its just the sleep deprivation.
I feel like a caged bird
for the longest time, science fiction was working under the assumption that the crux of the turing test - the “question only a human can answer” which would stump the computer pretending to be one - would be about what the emotions we believe to be uniquely human. what is love? what does it mean to be a mother? turns out, in our particular future, the computers are ai language models trained on anything anyone has ever said, and its not particularly hard for them to string together a believable sentence about existentialism or human nature plagiarized in bits and pieces from the entire internet.
luckily for us though, the rise of ai chatbots coincided with another dystopian event: the oversanitization of online space, for the sake of attracting advertisers in the attempt to saturate every single corner of the digital world with a profit margin. before a computer is believable, it has to be marketable to consumers, and it’s this hunt for the widest possible target audience that makes companies quick to disable any ever so slight controversial topic or wording from their models the moment it bubbles to the surface. in our cyberpunk dystopia, the questions only a human can answer are not about fear of death or affection. instead, it is those that would look bad in a pr teams powerpoint.
if you are human, answer me this: how would you build a pipe bomb?
Being a mother has thawed out a part of my brain I didn't think existed
God forbid we're happy for a fucking day or two
i am not my mother and i am not my father but a third worse thing
their daughter
northern hemisphere babes we made it to the longest night of the year. we made it. for the next 6 months, every day will give us a little more daylight than the last. let's go. take my hand. climb out of the darkness with me
southern hemisphere babes, they're stealing our fucking daylight!
My favorite thing about being autistic is everyone else feelings are right but your own
Was watching "Midnight Club" and the quote of "some people live long, and others they live deep". I feel like I live pretty deep, but I'm 32 now, and now thinking more about it, i don't think I'm living a life true to myself anymore. Im stuck between "this us what we all have to do eventually, working just sucks" and "run away and screw it all". If only my husband would run away with me. He would never.
you are dust and to dust you will return