i wish i didn’t spend so many years putting so much effort into hiding myself from the world i should probably go sit on a park bench or something idk!!!!!!
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i wish i didn’t spend so many years putting so much effort into hiding myself from the world i should probably go sit on a park bench or something idk!!!!!!
it’s hard to notice missing time, unless it stares you in the face day after day, a reminder of all that you HAVEN’T DONE because the will of your heart isn’t in place just right—it’s going to take weeks of reconciling to undo the damage.
imagine how hard it is for skin to heal and amplify until you can actually begin to quantify the hurt and ache that lingers afterwards—after knowing you do more damage than anyone else can; that you ache and ache to do it again with a different outcome, knowing nothing will change.
01/04/2023 3:59pm
A poem about nostalgia bc whynot?? something i find I write about when i'm a little drunk
you are not a child anymore but you are lovely
look at me. I'm in the crossword puzzle and I'm loving every moment, best to be in ink and not have to eat it - getting bathed in all the fingerprints and I know us all to sometimes be intimate
If there was a way to run SUPER MEGA AD BLOCKER on this website I fucking would
“Please oh please open up your computer to a porn virus! If you don’t you’re evil!”
Freeloader Comin’ through!
We didn’t start this war internet users have with ads - We might have moaned about banner ads, but it was only when they started making noises when we might be listening to music or a podcast or whatever, causing two sound sorces at once, that we started trying to block ads universally rather than just a specific type of ad (pop ups).
And since then ads have gotten worse - Actual malware rather than merely breaking one of the fundamental sins of web design - though shalt not autoplay anything with sound. And the more aggressive a website is with ‘please turn off adblock’ the less I trust it to bother to vet ads and advertisers to make sure they’re not installing malware.
Not to mention that the idea that avoiding ads is “freeloading” is hilariously backward. Advertisement is a transaction between the platform and the advertiser, the user has no obligation to provide the views/clicks the platform has promised. Using an adblocker isn’t freeloading in the same way that leaving the room to get a snack during a commercial break isn’t cheating the tv network.
Ok y’all, I work as a web developer and I’m here to tell you that you are 100% right and that it’s shit. SO I’m going to tell you how to get around websites that block you from using their website if you’re using an adblocker.
Every website uses a language called JavaScript; long story short it’s a website language that allows developers to do the crazy shit you see on websites. Now the easiest thing to do is to disable JavaScript to stop them from knowing you have an adblocker:
Oh no! I’m blocked from viewing the website. It would be a terrible shame if I were able to right click and select the “inspect” feature
Click the three dots in the top right and open the “Settings” Menu
And then scrolled down to “Debugger” and checked the “Disable Javascript Option”
And then just refreshed the page
Reblogging to save my life
saving a life
gutted.
don’t spill me, i’m not a bucket.
i’m a worrier walking in the wind, hunched over toward the sidewalk stained with chalk drawings. there’s a cooler full of Hawaiian Punch with my name on it. “you’re here again?”
“I’m here again. sugar grows the flowers in my clogging veins.”
it doesn’t hurt so i stick my wet fingers to the outlets and take a look inside the internet.
gutted.
great times on post-it notes don’t help the blind but sing for a while and we’ll catch a little knowledge from the other side of this dimension.
a fence to hide the troubles on the other side.
decor daydreams journal #1: maximalist kitchen
OK, I’M FINALLY READY TO SAY SORRY FOR THAT ONE SUMMER
when I watched American Pie 2 twice a week & listened to all nine minutes of “Konstantine” on the way to every party with the sun still out in a car thick with sober voices spilling out of the windows & making another mess all over the sidewalks. I guess this is what it looks like when youth is writhing on its deathbed but the boys who claim it are still very much alive & blooming & being split in half by a beam of moonlight stumbling in through a window and falling all over the sheets in a bed that is not ours. In the heat of that summer, I escaped the parties on Friday nights to find the near-silent bedroom of a girl who I pretended to stop talking to when my friends said we’re college guys now, but who I used to shoot hoops with in the backyard & skipped out on prom to go record shopping with last spring & that summer, we would sit on her floor & let the Supremes record play all the way through twice & tell each other stories about how our college roommates snored all year & how we didn’t sleep like we used to under this city’s moon & how we never got used to eating alone & how we instead got used to hunger & how small we’ve become because of all these things & then we would lay with each other without ever touching & I didn’t know how to talk about distance out loud & in the mornings over breakfast with the guys when Jeff would yell how was it last night across the table & I knew what it carried even then & I still smiled into a brown tornado of coffee until the plates rattled with fists pounding & laughter & high fives & isn’t it funny how silence can undress two bodies & press them into each other? & when I say funny I mean the feeling that stretches itself out in your stomach while you watch someone cry into their palms & turn their face to the night before they walk away from you for what you know is the last time before there is new sharp & boundless city between the both of you forever & when fall came, boys sat up in their beds alone & gasping while their hearts rattled out the ghosts of every unspoken love that dragged them there & then a whole country crawled itself across the ocean & went to war.
HANIF WILLIS-ABDURRAQIB
Who are we to judge, to say anything about how others feel? How am I to decide whether or not there is a right and wrong way to go against the normal? There is only against, against the wrongdoing of those who cannot say so themselves. Against the tragedies that continue to happen blindly to most of those who do not heed or pay attention to the world around them. Who don’t pay attention to the people and communities who are underprivileged and don’t have the same opportunities that we assume are open to us. There is no thought, no second guess about what we can achieve and what we deserve when we grow up, there is no hesitation – no second guess at whether the actions you take on a daily basis are considered alright, that you are free and able to go about your daily life without consequence. See here, this is the point of the matter, the abilities and freedoms that some hold are not the same as others and that is the crux of the situation. Where is the equality, 2020? Where is the visible proof that our country is open and accountable for its actions? The words of many others say different, their voices lost in the wind of the oppressive voices of those who work to keep them quiet.
Is it the things created out of sadness and hate that define who you are// who you want to be?
What you believe to be your best procurement of life, cannot be as truthful as you believe,
How can such harsh emotions bring forth such beautiful words?
Why does irony have to be such a bitch? (Why does it have to be so true in its essence?)
hear a heart beat, in the omissive silence a grey cast sky protrudes.
i drink too much coffee and feel like clawing skin off.
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