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rylandsgrace

Does it fucking kill you too? Not anymore.

Hollanov + season 1 timeline

the-uncanny-dag

I can repost anything

aidashakur

cryinginribs-deactivated2026051

who needs enemies when you have your own brain

anxeious

wuika

Frankenstein's creature. I really enjoyed this film by Guillermo del Toro. It inspired me a lot. The creature is touching and deserves a little kindness. ^^

#art

demilypyro

Duuude don't question my version of events I'm such a reliable narrator. I'm literally the protagonist and the main character. You can literally read some of my internal thoughts, that clearly means you have complete access to an objective view of my thoughts and feelings and a correct impression of my characterization and the events unfolding around me. I'm not omitting any information from the audience. Nevermind that timeskip just now

I guess I'm not as smoooooth as iiiii used to be

Max Lalanne

Drove to Colorado with my boyfriend and his dog

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sorrowsofwerthertheyoung-deacti

“They’re trying to convince people they can’t do the things they’ve been doing easily for years – to write emails, to write a presentation. Your daughter wants you to make up a bedtime story about puppies – to write that for you.” We will get to the point, she says with a grim laugh, “that you will essentially become just a skin bag of organs and bones, nothing else. You won’t know anything and you will be told repeatedly that you can’t do it, which is the opposite of what life has to offer. Capitulating all kinds of decisions like where to go on vacation, what to wear today, who to date, what to eat. People are already doing this. You won’t have to process grief, because you’ll have uploaded photos and voice messages from your mother who just died, and then she can talk to you via AI video call every day. One of the ways it’s going to destroy humans, long before there’s a nuclear disaster, is going to be the emotional hollowing-out of people.”

Justine Bateman on AI in this article from The Guardian

ashstfu

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever