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when i think about artists ruining their own name and falling for ai i am reminded of one of my favorite lyrics. it is from the bright eyes song 'road to joy'. 'i could have been a famous singer if i had someone elses voice, but failures always sounded better, lets fuck it up boys make some noise'

drchucktingle

in betweens

i have been fortunate enough to live a life in the arts, creating things and following hallowed footsteps. its something many buckaroos dream of, and as someone who has done it, THE MOST IMPORTANT THINGS i received are the moments in between. if you generate with AI, THAT is what you rob yourself of

anyone who has done theater will know this, because it lives in the energy backstage. anyone who has played in a band will know this, because it lives in the late night diner afterwards. anyone who has written a book will know this, because it lives the coffee shop where your plot point locked in

in other words IT IS NOT THE PRODUCT. yes, it is cool to see your name on a marquee or your book in a store or your face on a poster, but the REASON this is cool is because it tethers you to the BETWEEN TIMES. the between times are everything. the PROCESS of creation is a gift to yourself

i think this is REALLY difficult for these ai goofballs to understand, and why the things they make dont resonate. anything you create without the in between is just a hollow shell, a movie poster without small talk at crafty or an album without eating burritos on the studio rooftop

we have ALWAYS had the ability to NOT make something and pretend that we did. the difference now is theres an algorithm built for convincing people whove never stepped outside the theater door for a smoke break on opening night that they actually have. they have not. there is no ai for that.

because the only way to conjure the unfathomable magic of those in between moments is to live them, and when you get a hit of excitement from a prompted movie or book or song without a journey of creation, you rob yourself. you curse yourself to exist as a cardboard cutout who thinks they are whole

smarties-03

ITSY. ITSY BITSY. SPIDER. THE ITSY BITSY SPIDER. ITSY

#SCREAMI NG

#obsessed with this site #your ai slop bores me #fuck ai

keydekyie

"It would have been easier if you'd just said yes."

original

Thought of you today. Last night. Won't email. Won't reply. Wish we could sit and listen to clair de lune again. Maybe I could hold your hand. Maybe you would play. Maybe I'd sit by your side. It won't have to mean anything. It can't. If we were different people maybe we could've been happy.

I am so so fucking sad and filled with regret guys. Drinking won't fix this. Smoking won't. I don't think self harm will either tbh. I genuinely don't want to exist. It's so easy to not.

Wish I had a fucking blade tonight i can't fucking do this

#just #why #what's wrong with me #I wish someone would notice #I wish someone would care #I'm so fucking tired

I often wonder what they'll say about me when I die. Will you remember me as that depressed girl who wore too much black and wanted to burn the world down? I wonder if anyone every saw the softness I worked so hard to become. Will anyone remember the girl who made wishes on stars and left two flowers in every bunch she picked so they'd have company and looked for meaning in the early morning sunlight and crescent moons and holding hands while running across roads? Will anyone know the awful aching depth of love that turned me steel and stone and storm and gentle ocean waves that hold and come back and come back once again? I think I could be so easy to love if you knew me. But perhaps I've made myself hard to know. I once told a friend I'm an open book with ink blurred pages. Perhaps I've made too much a mess of this life I've been given . If I die, I hope you think of me softly. I hope you remember me in the shining stars instead of the endless blackness of the night.

#sad thoughts #sad vibes #been a bit mentally unstable lately #lol #nothing new ig #but i've been trying so hard i swear

Its valentines day and I'm drunk at a bus stop thirty minutes from home and I'm fighting back the urge to text you. It's valentines day and you never bought me flowers until it was too late until I had cried and begged you and you brought every single yellow flower at my stall for her. It's valentines day and 12 days from my birthday and four years ago you wanted me to die with you and called me a liar for hesitating. It's valentines day and I miss you and I don't even know what was there to miss except the moments in which I imagined myself in your arms I felt known and seen for the first time in my life and I miss you. I miss you in the afternoon sunlight filtered through your tattered curtains I miss you in the songs I refuse to play anymore I miss you every time I see a goddamn piano and think of the life I imagined. The terracotta floors or tiles or whatever, the ocean, the wine the dancing, us, soft and safe for the first time in our godforsaken lives. It's valentines day and I'm chasing a dream I know doesn't exist. I'm drunk and it's past one in the morning so really the day has passed our chance passed years ago. Maybe before it ever existed. I'm almost home. I'm going to throw up and fall asleep. And I won't send you an email.

#I could have loved you so much #I tried so hard #I almost died #but you were you #and there's no fixing that

diphowell

ten years later

wildlymint

are you ready for a 12-hour dissertation ilya?

wildlymint

don’t ask me about the logic on this one

thedragonoftelevision

I finally watched The Sound of Music and like I get it now, I get it.

It’s a beautiful two hour love story of a strict man finally opening his heart again and then a fifty minute public service announcement to hate the nazis. Brilliant.

yomikoreadsbooks

You’re not wrong there…

allthefandomss

Reblogging this version cuz those two gifs show the sexiest duality a man can have.

jonlybonlyfromboldlygo

2 things a man should do

Look at me like he can’t believe I exist

Hate nazis

#literally the best love story #need this is my life #a man who is ready to take on the Nazis #emotionally closed off but opens up for me #a bunch of ready made kids waiting to be loved #the man sings #his children love him #hnnnng

caspercryptid

The really unfortunate thing about mental health progress is that sometimes you realize you've made it in the form of "wow, I haven't felt this bad in a fucking while"

caspercryptid

On the one hand it's a bit of a pick me up in a dark place to know that this will pass because it has passed before on the other hand sometimes it isn't entirely a pleasant thought to go "wow, I used to feel like this all the time. That was pretty fucking bad. It's pretty bad right now too also."

caspercryptid

Someday your current baseline will be the sort of thing you consider A Really Bad Day. It does get better.

poetry-protest-pornography

Y'all know that I try to beat back defeatism and dread with a reasonably sized stick, but I gotta be real, it is real hard to look at the world and not feel just overwhelmingly, crushingly, existentially exhausted-scared-enraged-defeated.

We're almost to the end of "first they came for", and no one who can do anything to stop us from reaching the end is doing anything.

I know exactly how we got here, but jfc I still have trouble wrapping my head around how we're still here.

mythsified

Watching the world rn feels like like that one post about what makes a tragedy compelling in that if we did this or that or the other thing differently things would change but the story is already written and we're all doomed but you can't help rooting for the characters (us) but you know how it's all going to end.

#not to be defeatist #like #we definitely should not give up #but just watching people let it get to this point is just #v overwhelming