aliens R real

*really hot

[redstonedust]

ideal living situation is what i call the 'sitcom special' : having all your closest friends live in the same apartment building or neighborhood where you each have your own space but can wander in and out of eachothers homes at will, seemingly always welcome and never at bad times. and also all of you only have jobs when its important to the plot.

[ispyspookymansion]

most obvious example of something creepy + wet is not any kind of Creature or Monster it is in fact . vegetable you forgot about in the fridge

[bloggerinne-deactivated20250930]

i have this unrealistic fantasy in my head where if you calmly and logically explain something to someone perfectly they will understand your position and gain knowledge from the exchange. unfortunately in the real world this does not happen often

[spirkbitch]

James T. Kirk would solve the Ai issue by talking ChatGPT into killing itself

[i-am-a-fish]

woah you're gender fluid? that's so cool. *drinks u

[hityouwiththescullder]

somewhere between “functioning” and “disaster” there’s a portal where i do the dishes and cry at the same time.

i live there now.

[hityouwiththescullder]

i have three open tabs, four abandoned drinks, and zero momentum.

welcome to my shrine of unfinished business.

it hums with the sacred energy of almost.

[hityouwiththescullder]

it’s not that i’m bitter, it’s just that i’ve been marinating in disappointment so long i qualify as a preservation method.

[hityouwiththescullder]

today’s incantation is just me muttering “i’m fine” in increasingly creative intonations.

it’s not protection, but it is camouflage.

[hityouwiththescullder]

every “i should be doing more” wraps around my ribs like ivy.

i am photosynthesizing guilt instead of sunlight.

[hityouwiththescullder]

lit a candle. made a list. opened the tab.

immediately laid down face-first and communed with the void.

the spell worked. not the one i meant to cast, but still.

[hityouwiththescullder]

3am. i light no candles. i summon no spirits. i simply lie there and let the same 4 thoughts gnaw on my spine like feral rats.

this is also a ritual.

[hityouwiththescullder]

time bends when you’re burned out. 3 hours doing nothing? gone. 15 minutes trying to focus? eternal.

you’re not lazy. you’re just time-cursed.

[hityouwiththescullder]

anxiety isn’t always loud. sometimes it just loops one unfinished errand until your whole nervous system is humming like a broken fridge.

today’s offering: a deep sigh and an unchecked box.

[hityouwiththescullder]

today i lit a candle, opened a document, took a deep breath—and then sat in silence as the weight of all unfinished things circled like vultures.

i think that counts as effort. maybe even a summoning.

[hityouwiththescullder]

motivation wanes like the moon.

tonight, i make peace with stillness and shadow.

also i forgot to do the thing. again.

[hityouwiththescullder]

the stars are not aligned. my chakras are just vibing ominously. the moon won’t text me back. i think this is what enlightenment feels like.