[escuerzoresucitado]

[antoniabishop]

Drove to Colorado with my boyfriend and his dog

[milfsisyphus]

only real springheads know about tipping their face up to the sun and enjoying a gentle breeze and birdsong

[valtsv]

[catchymemes]

[butchniqabi]

[apocryphics]

oh ok

[gorps]

[exeuntstormtroopers]

“Why would you stop in hell?” has changed my brain chemistry

[cowboyhatesithere]

I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.

[charl0ttan]

getting to that time of the year where the sun will straight up project childhood memories onto your bedroom wall at about 3 or 4 pm

[kosmogrl]

[moonlight-dove]

Adapted from Homer, The Iliad

// David Benioff, Troy

[tenisperfection]

Sometimes, if you’re lucky, there will be a tree outside your bedroom window. It is very important to romanticize this tree as much as possible.

[mistressaccost]

genuinely do NOT want the world to see me because i don’t think that they’d understand

[pollen]

what are you waiting for? someone to grant you permission? the perfect and permanent emotion? a shooting star to magic away every problem you have or ever have had? alright, wait away then. but no one is going to live your life for you while you wait to become someone else

[nicknackpattyjack]

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[karrakazz]

not sure if this will make sense to anyone besides me but: the antidote to negativity is not positivity, its warmth

[karrakazz]

positivity tells a sad person that there is no reason to be sad. warmth asks the sad person if they want to go get some ice cream

[ares-skittles]

Been a moment since I saw this. Glad it’s back on my dash when I needed it.

[paradoxial-cunt]

[ghostrepeater]

[memeuplift]

[hazeldomain]

You can fight AI in indie publishing by leaving reviews.

Seriously.

Ai-generated garbage is flooding the self-publishing market. It works as a numbers game- put out ENOUGH fake crap and eventually someone’s aunt will buy them the ebook as an unwanted gift, and you’ll have made two dollars. This tactic works at SCALE, which means real independent titles are now a needle amongst a haystack of slop.

If you have read a book this year that has less than 5 reviews, your rating is an algorithmic spotlight on that needle.

A one sentence review helps. Really. A star rating helps if you really can’t think of anything to say, but if you can muster up even “I laughed at the part about the tabby cat” you are doing indie authors a favor like you cannot believe.

(Also if you left a review on one of my books this year I am kissing you so softly on your forehead and I adore you)

[plague-of-insomnia]

as a former indie author i cannot express how much even one single sentence review can mean to sales.

so if you care about supporting authors take a sec to leave one!