kyaa~

my own personal antagonist and chronic disappointer

[castielchitaqua]

im never serious but I always mean it

[balaclava-trismegistus]

once u truly start noticing how being hot, attractive, and very often even simply charismatic is 2/3 being thin and 1/5 having a good haircut, you will get crazier every single day of your life, until you start swiping at strangers with a flathead when they become too near you on your dwindling supply runs for 147 grain JHPs and imitation crab

[thevulturesquadron]

text: [ “Some of you have forgotten that only three years ago you were perfectly capable of writing an essay, writing a eulogy, telling a bedtime story to a child, and it should worry you that powerful companies have convinced us we can’t do things we’ve been doing for 5000 years.” ]

[rudjedet]

And they're absolutely specifically pushing it, make no mistake. It's not just a matter of "it's there, it's convenient, so people are going to take the path of the least resistance", but it is a legitimate and concerted effort on the part of these companies to get people to outsource all these things to their models.

They're preying on insecurities to do it. Yes, you can write an essay - but can you write a good essay, they ask you. Do you not want to improve your output? Do you not want people to think of you as competent and very clever? Why go through the mortifying process of failing and failing and failing until you succeed if you can just skip the "learning" part of doing, and simply generate a ready-made product?

I'm preaching to the choir here obviously but it's a concerning thing to witness nonetheless. My kid is 6 next week and I've been teaching her that failing at things is morally neutral and in fact necessary even before the advent of AI, but it's becoming ever more important that we teach the kids that criticism and failure and discomfort aren't necessarily bad things, but just a part of the growth process.

[3000s]

i'd truly be fucked in her situation because rumpelstiltskin is not a name that would come to mind for me

[mezimraky]

the resurrection (2025) by ben tuna (via ig)

[thehappysmiler]

[passion-of-l0vers]

oh my GOD i hope no one realizes i have multiple facets

[passion-of-l0vers]

oh thank god…

[00000000000000z-deactivated2022]

Fuck your dream job what’s your dream hobby that you don’t have the means to take up yet. Mine are falconry and aerial acrobatics

[evalcea]

Portrait of Mademoiselle Yvonne Robiquet

George Desvallières

oil on paper on canvas, 1911

Petit Palais

[erisolkat]

the humble "like" is oft mocked despite what it does for us. "like, three people" is a vastly different statement from "three people". "and i was like 'what the fuck'" is vastly different from "and i said 'what the fuck'". i love you "like" and anyone who says you make people sound stupid will be killed on sight

[francesderwent]

reblog this and tag with a food you no longer have access to (closed restaurant, state you moved away from, ex’s mom’s cooking, etc) that will haunt you until your dying day, mine are the spicy chicken sandwich on the employee menu at the fine dining restaurant I was a prep cook at, and the onion bagel from the kosher place down the street from my house when I lived in the city

[importantdogimages]

[sickkonline]

My least colorful post. Hello tumblr. Weve missed like a whole chapter

[the-weeperrrrrrr]

Mutual hangout idea we all take an autism test and tell each other the % in the tags

[charl0ttan]

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[zu7l]

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[apoemaday]

Mathematics

by Jane Hirshfield

I have envied those who make something useful, sturdy — a chair, a pair of boots.

Even a soup, rich with potatoes and cream.

Or those who fix, perhaps, a leaking window: strip out the old cracked putty, lay down cleanly the line of the new.

You could learn, the mirror tells me, late at night, but lacks conviction. One reflected eyebrow quivers a little.

I look at this borrowed apartment — everywhere I question it, the wallpaper’s pattern matches.

Yesterday a woman showed me a building shaped like the overturned hull of a ship,

its roof trusses, under the plaster, lashed with soaked rawhide, the columns’ marble painted to seem like wood. Though possibly it was the other way around?

I look at my unhandy hand, innocent, shaped as the hands of others are shaped. Even the pen it holds is a mystery, really.

Rawhide, it writes, and chair, and marble. Eyebrow.

Later the woman asked me — I recognized her then, my sister, my own young self —

Does a poem enlarge the world, or only our idea of the world?

How do you take one from the other, I lied, or did not lie, in answer.

[charlottan]

I always assume the train will be so boring and I bring seven things to do but then I'm entranced by the wonderful window the entire time