PUMP IT UP

@pumpitupheather

My name is Heather. IG hemoisaphotographer This is a blog about my life... happiness, spirituality, lesbian things, genderfluid things, just so queer, violin, ukulele, guitar, nature, depression, animals, love, nature, Colorado, mental health, self care, sobriety, sarcasm, text posts, shameless cat pictures, and all things Heather.

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xenosaurus

this may be my age showing but I am a passionate supporter of wires. earbuds? put a leash on those things. wireless keyboard? no, it needs to hold hands with the computer. the ps5 controller I forgot to charge has the staying power of a wealthy nonagenarian with a much younger wife and 14 life insurance policies, but the controller plugged into my pc? that baby will outlive my bloodline. my ethernet cable is like a son to me.

anxeious

chimaerakitten

Look if a garment is like. Wool or silk. And it’s like, don’t put me in the fucking wash. I’m like yeah of course ma’am I shall lightly dab you with a damp cloth and air you out so you don’t get stinky. But when a polyester garment is like “hand wash only” I’m like who the FUCK do you think you are. You’re plastic. Get in the drum.

sandersstudies

“They’re just looking for attention.”

Oh, a human being is seeking a social response? Human being, the social animal wired to make and track social connection? A human desires the vital blood that permitted their species to survive for millennia? The human being who was born completely helpless and primed in every way by nature to seek attention and help from their community?

Wow that’s crazy. How embarrassing. Humiliating even. Should we isolate them from community? Should we call Wire Mother?

comvi

henstomper

imposter syndrome is so funny like fuuuuck i hope nobody finds out im tricking people into thinking im competent by knowing things and doing them

killrockstar

kominfyrirkattarnef

Have you guys noticed how much the internet/technology just does not listen to you anymore? I click “don’t show this artist” on Spotify and I get recommended a music video by them on the front page. I click “skip this update” on a pop up every time I open a file organization app and it’s right back there every time. I click unsubscribe on a newsletter and it keeps showing up in my inbox!! I click “delete my account” and the next time I open the website they suggest I “reactivate”.

jennyforeigner

Just got a chatgpt ad where the use case was "can't decide a new years resolution". I can't think of anything more sad than needing a robot to tell you what your own ambitions are. Loser shit.

calellon

unfortunately i could never be nonchalant because i am not well in the head and also my soul is on fire

ceausescue

debating if it would be funnier to have a bumper sticker saying "my other ride is a [exact make and model of the car the sticker is on]" or "my other ride is a [equally shitty but different car]"

k-simplex-deactivated20241001

2008 Honda Civic with the bumper sticker "My other ride is a 2007 Honda Civic"

electriccuckchair

This post has found its target market

pangur-and-grim

I feel so insane about ai. I've had face-to-face conversations with people who use it for therapy, who use it to calculate the safety of pill interactions, who use it for all their emails and grant applications and legal documents and academic papers and finance sheets and for every single question they have about the world, and if you tell them about the ecological costs they just laugh and say "I guess I've used a lot of water." and I've been in multiple gatherings of 10+ people where I'm THE ONLY PERSON who doesn't use chatgpt. it's turning me into a ranting raving pariah, because how don't you people see??? why don't you understand??????? this bullshit didn't exist five years ago, you absolutely do not need it, and it is destroying everything

userfish

my ducks? in a row. the elephant? addressed. my goose? cooked. my eggs? in several baskets. the bigger fish? fried.

creez-un-compte

Your monkeys ?

thereisalesbianintheforest

those aren’t mine.

evilponds

this feels like a tip of the iceberg of an absolutely batshit rabbit hole kind of situation

what-even-is-thiss

You know, my dad often says that he doesn’t have social media accounts because he doesn’t wanna get caught in a bubble. He often uses the example of people that are into quilting. That if you really want to you could make your entire world quilting and never see anything unrelated to that.

I think what he doesn’t understand though is the extent to which these bubbles eat themselves alive to the point where the quilting circle eventually turns into a forum that discusses the health benefits of eating uranium.

Or whatever this is.

what-even-is-thiss

Anyways, remember to have someone in your life who isn’t super online so they can ask you what the fuck you’re talking about when you bring up your equivalent of the hormone pants.