Creative & Curious

this is a safe space for the flow of creativity, the wonder and joy of the arts and of making. 28 yrs old. anything tagged "my [writing]" or "original" is my own personal creation. pfp: Wervty's Woodland Maker on https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2143205

[rudavoidish]

Y'all if you're American please email your politicians and senators against the parents decide act. I'm fucking begging because we're reaching a tipping point.

[hetrosjistin]

Call or Write Congress About H.R. 8250: Parents Decide Act - GovTrack.us

Quick and easy link to both find your congressmen/women and giving you a quick and easy way to copy / paste the message into it. You want to oppose. It's an act that will demand that all major OS makers integrate a direct forced age verification control into all OS.

[rudavoidish]

I received a comment on this that I figured would be very helpful- it's a template for communicating with your representatives. Be sure to use it for reference

Dear Representative [Name],

I am writing to express my strong opposition to H.R. 8250 (The "Parents Decide Act"). As your constituent and a concerned citizen, I believe this bill introduces unprecedented risks to digital privacy and security.

Specifically, I am alarmed by:

SEC. 2(a)(1)(B): Requiring age verification to even use an operating system creates a mandatory "hardware lockout" that ends anonymous computing and forces users to hand over sensitive identification data to major corporations just to power on their devices.

SEC. 2(a)(3): Mandating that OS providers create a system for all app developers to access verification data is a massive security vulnerability. This effectively creates a centralized API of user identities accessible to thousands of third-party developers, many of whom may lack adequate data protection.

This bill does not protect children; it creates a centralized surveillance infrastructure at the OS level. I urge you to protect the privacy of your constituents and vote NO on H.R. 8250.

Sincerely,

[Your Name]

[Your Zip Code]

[willowtree1527]

This is a hell that us down under in Australia are already living in, and it’s not even effective at what it claims to do in protecting children.

Given that, in the wake of this mandatory identification policy, my country seems to be moving to hand over its citizens biometric data, like fingerprints, Face ID files, and identification documents, over to the USA and to ICE to maintain the visa free travel (ESTA) we have, I strongly urge any US resident to send these emails, or make calls.

But if you can’t do that, the most powerful thing you can do is spread the word. Tell your friends, family, coworkers, anyone who can help.

My reach will likely be small, and so I don’t know if this will mean very much in the grand scheme of things, but I cannot stand to see this tracking happen to another population as it did to mine.

And if you think it won’t affect you, it will. All anonymity goes out the window when your accounts can be linked via your personal ID

I wish you all luck in preventing this act from going through.

[jimbenton]

[tastefullyoffensive]

by Jim Benton

[holmesianpose]

OMG THE TINY PLEASED EXPRESSION ON THAT LEMON’S FACE

[tookingabout]

It’s so happy to finally have been summoned. Let the lemon have his moment.

[earlyeveningskylight]

ache

the earth groans from thirst, craving for droplets from above to rain down and quench its suffering.

burning coals trembling and desperate for gentle air to ignite the impending flames in a delicate dance.

in the same way the earth waits in anticipation, many ways are there for a body to ache, a soul to yearn.

hands cracked and crumbled, relieved by the touch of nectar upon skin.

So too does the heart, yearning and craving for a gentle breeze, droplets of rain, a touch of nectar, drawn like a flower to sunlight for any kind of feeling.

a sensation. a connection.

not out of need or completion.

rather, of multiplication. fruit blossoming from the vine.

that is the type of ache.

[nondelphic]

“you should write every day” bestie i’m trying to live every day. write?? i barely eat enough fruit.

[earlyeveningskylight]

city lights

The sun has long since dipped below the horizon, exchanging gentle words and soft touches with the moon as she takes her rightful place.

But the sky has not yet transitioned to complete darkness, the last shimmers of turquoise, pink and yellow dance to escape the encroaching dark blue and black nighttime.

Barely a cloud passes by listlessly in the sky, looking down upon the glittering lights below.

Bright whites and yellows stream across the expanse of space, competing with the rays of the full moon herself.

Little fireflies that multiply like stars, yet far more overbearing and blinding.

Street lamps with little moths hovering close by, hypnotized by the pulsating heat.

Moving headlights on vehicles that travel to only God knows where, shops and businesses enticing customers with flashing colorful signs and empty promises.

City lights that carry stories. Words unspoken and fleeting feelings that make their exit with the rising of the morning lights.

[aidashakur]

[velvetvexations]

[pangur-and-grim]

I feel so insane about ai. I've had face-to-face conversations with people who use it for therapy, who use it to calculate the safety of pill interactions, who use it for all their emails and grant applications and legal documents and academic papers and finance sheets and for every single question they have about the world, and if you tell them about the ecological costs they just laugh and say "I guess I've used a lot of water." and I've been in multiple gatherings of 10+ people where I'm THE ONLY PERSON who doesn't use chatgpt. it's turning me into a ranting raving pariah, because how don't you people see??? why don't you understand??????? this bullshit didn't exist five years ago, you absolutely do not need it, and it is destroying everything

[earlyeveningskylight]

"untitled"

unearth the trepidation inside your heart,

unravel the painfully wound roots and

spill the dirt until all that is left is an empty pot,

begging to be refilled with life again.

[glimpsesofpeaceful]

ig credit: acalmwalk

[earlyeveningskylight]

written by earlyeveningskylight

[earlyeveningskylight]

prompt: "the awkward silence"

the awkward silence buzzes in my ear, vibrating so loudly I fear that my head may cave into itself.

like a heavy moisture that thickens the air and suffocates the human body ever so slowly.

the awkward silence from long distance and lost time sits in the space between two bodies like a space heater turned up high,

the air humming with beating wings, shaking the hearts of those with misunderstandings and miscommunications.

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[earlyeveningskylight]

It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[earlyeveningskylight]

"untitled"

so much of myself has been spent wandering the woods.

the imprint of melancholy and brokenness

tattooed on my body,

shackled like chains to my limbs and dragged along the ground

like snakes that stalk their prey.

I do not know how to remove these shackles.

I’m not even sure where they came from.

but I have grown so used to them that their weight means

nothing to me anymore. I had no choice.

[earlyeveningskylight]

“a glimpse at the inner child”

I have not lived a very long life.

But of that which I have lived, it has left me scarred.

Covered in bruises and delicate to the touch.

Flinching at every noise, fleeing at the slightest movement of shadow.

My footsteps trudge like molasses with my shoulders hunched, eyes to the ground to prevent anymore missteps. My legs glitter with cuts and scratches from one too many mistakes.

Is this what was waiting for me? Was this the kind of life I envisioned for myself as a child - full of wonder, joy, curiosity, innocence and light.

If she could see me now, could see who she has grown up to be, would she be proud? Would she be happy and satisfied seeing who she grew up to be? Or would she deflate in disappointment?

If I searched hard enough, I could find her and ask. But I'm terrified of the answer. So, I do not.

Instead, I slowly move forward, carrying a heaviness that was never meant for me. But I do not know how to give it up. How to let it go.

[earlyeveningskylight]

"untitled"

Sometimes even when I want to feel peace, when I want to feel the gentle touch of freedom and breath fill my lungs, my mind simply can't.

I'm constantly at war with myself. At war within myself. The anxiety and fear that are all too familiar, and the peace that wages against it.

It's as if the anxiety has become so commonplace, so normal, that anything outside of that feels too different, too abnormal. Somehow you grow so accustomed to the chaos that stillness and quiet feels so uncomfortable. Peace is hard to embrace because the anxiety within repels it.

Oil and water. Light versus dark. Peace against fear.

Must my mind, body and soul be reset? Must I be transformed and undone in order to unlearn and undo that damage brought on by anxiety? Must I be cut open and surgically operated on in order to remove the virus from my spirit that eats away at me?

If that's the only way, then let it be so. I'd rather have the scars to heal from than to have to live with this intrusion any longer.

[bloom-with-grace-and-faith]

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”

‭‭John‬ ‭3‬:‭16‬ ‭NIV‬‬

[surqrised]

“Growth is painful. Change is painful.But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.”

— Mandy Hale