Lilac-leaderette

she/they| just a queer bitch with way too many hobbies | mostly writing and drawing on here| fuck ai

[gean-grey-blog]

One time I was leaving a friend's place and an older lady with basically no English came up to me and communicated that she was very cold and needed a ride. She pointed to tell me where to go.

I got there and her daughter or granddaughter came out and was like omg her phone died we were worried

And then the older lady said something and the younger lady translated.

"She knew she could trust you because you have pink hair"

I thought it was funny at the time. But when I think back on it I think she was basically saying "you had a visible sign of not vibing with the system I was afraid of"

Be weird. Be colorful. Help random people.

[harmonysystemcollective]

OMG yes! I'm not quite as goth as I used to be (my style is more a mix of whimsigoth and hippie inspired now, but it still gets lots of attention), but one of my favorite interactions with someone I didn't know happened when I was SUPER goth. I had my hair dyed dark red, my full goth makeup on (pale face, dark eyeshadow, graphic liner, black lipstick) and chunky boots with all black clothes and a waist chain. I. Looked. So. Freaky. (In the best way possible.)

I was used to older people disliking the way I looked and even avoiding me altogether, but I actually had an older lady come up to me in the park one day and ask if I could watch her granddaughter while she went to grab something from her car because the parking lot was so busy and she didn't want to take the little girl with her and risk losing her. I agreed and stayed with the girl until her grandmother came back. We played a little bit, I kept an eye on her, it was fine. The grandmother came back and thanked me and even offered to pay me but I politely refused (it was for five minutes; I'm not going to take money from a lady with a kid just because I was a decent human). The lady just smiled and said she knew I was going to say that because 'the people who look like you are always so kind; it's why I felt safe leaving my granddaughter with you'.

That moment made my day and it's part of why I let myself look weird and be weird. Being yourself creates a safe space for others, in so many ways.

[marauders4evr]

It occurs to me that there are people who weren’t on this website in 2012 and therefore never saw the magical gif that you can actually hear:

It’s been over five years and that still impresses the hell out of me.

[galwaygremlin]

wdym you can hear it?

[superpaperclip]

Basically, it’s a form of synesthesia, movement-hearing. In this case, you expect to hear a thud, so you do. It’s estimated that 20% of people experience this type of synesthesia, as opposed to 2-4% for other kinds.

[eat-the-door-to-the-v0id-deacti]

YO what the FUXK

[burntcopper]

The longer you watch it the more you get convinced that you can hear a  distant thud and the air displace.

[lasrina]

I heard the thud. I closed my eyes and the thud stopped. I opened my eyes and I heard the thud. My goodness but human brains are a mess.

[macleod]

This was easily the first ever viral post on Tumblr back in 2011/12. Perhaps even before the great “what your leg feels like after falling asleep” followed by a picture of a static teevee channel.

[forgotten-hiacinthe]

Okay so like. I don’t hear the thud. But I do feel the vibrations in my chest and legs that the thud woukd have caused?? What the hell is this xD

[lilac-leaderette]

There's something so poetic about it.

Like watching a house slowly crumble to ruin while inside people pretend it isn't happening.

It's my brother's tenth birthday, he is so happy,

he's a kid, he doesn't realise

the walls of this family are slowly caving in.

In a year or twos time, my sister and I will go, study somewhere far.

We're not around the house much, I look for any excuse. The time we do spend in these soon to be ruins, we spend in our rooms, coping with

an illusion of stability, stapled together from nostalgia and what could have been.

My mother believes herself to be atlas, but the weight on her shoulders is not the World, but the burden of brick and mortar.

Lately I've been asking why it has to be this way. Why we cling to a faulty building?

Atlas tries and tries, but she's been holding the sky for so long, she doesn't consider letting go.

I don't want to be like her, playing house with a man who despises us.

In a year or two my sister and I will be gone from here. My brother will remain. I don't want to leave him there.

I don't want him to be standing in a pile of rubble alone, knowing that the only reason it was even standing so long was because my mum clung to a failing marriage, so he didn't have to grow up like we did.

It's my brother's tenth birthday, he's just a kid.

And I can only hope he won't be one, when walls of this family finally cave in

[ahopeformore]

This is a story, you say as you fall to the ground, your breath knocked out of you.

This is a story, you say as dirt stings your eyes and dries your mouth, as you push your hands against the dry ground.

This is a story, you say as you lift your tired body out of the dust.

This is a story, you say defeated, not in the way that you have given up but in the way that you know you will never win, as you spit out dust.

This is a story, you say, written by me, by my hands, alone, mistakes and all.

This is your story, fighting still, despite having already lost, as you create with tear tracks on your dirty cheeks and pride in your eyes.

Yes this is about ai

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[lilac-leaderette]

Who lights up the deep dark sea? .. This is a character based on a pair of earrings i saw. I haven’t figured out a name or story for her yet. … 

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, “Want", Instructions for Traveling West

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

"I know chatgpt is bad but you just don't really have any choice" you literally do. Don't use it. Have some moral backbone.

[birdsareblooming]

it's been like 2 years. i havent touched it. never needed to. "you don't really have a choice," are you so swift to forget the recent past? Bitch i still use itunes to download mp3s to so i have them forever and any song i want, then my sister burns them to CDs. When boycotts rolled out my other sister got no thanks to scan what products we shouldn't buy. i still use corded headphones not because "its older" but because it's easier. a fool criticizes those who buy candles 200 years after the invention of the electric light until the power goes out. become ungovernable. you are not immune to propaganda. you've never had Chatgpt forced upon you, the only thing forced upon you is the idea that Chatgpt is forced upon you. why claim you need something today that you didn't need yesterday. little bitch.

[teophan]

[unhinged-soapbox]

Wake up new OSP reaction image just dropped

[lilac-leaderette]

Sing of starved souls till your dying day,

all cold, blue, bitter, going down.

Sound long since drained from our ears,

bleeding rhythm and rhyme,

you're as dead to the world as it is too you.

Shadows growing everlasting,

we disappear all the same.

Wander winter, go far

Demeter weeping just the same.

Snowfilled monuments to forgotten bravery,

rotted, wasting,

waiting

for the final goodbyes

[lilac-leaderette]

Vengeance is a temptress, beckoning you up on its high horse, clouding your mind, ripping on your lungs.

Hope was a frightful thing, fragile and singing just the same, even now it's standing, still bleeding cus' you have so much more to give.

Love is a cruel mistress ,fickle and flighty. As easy as dancing with lightning, the sweetness of a Friday-night well spent.