#feeling cynical

[psychitup-smokeitdown]

Lol 5 new followers 3/5 are porn bots. Great job @staff yall really killin the game with your terrible coding. Have you all thought of hiring actual programmers or are you just going to keep using the same folks that made Yahoo the huge success it is today? Lmao

[lofiesmeralda]

Since people are now putting "no ai" and the like in their searches, I wonder how long before people starting tagging their posts and videos "no ai" even if they did use AI.

[modernwitchsguidetolife]

[topshelf2112-blog]

Genuine question

Why did we allow so many movies to say that we are worthless without a certain outfit/ makeup/ etc? I understand the attraction of the Cinderella myth, but I am very tired of film saying that only beauty is transformative and, of that, only a very particular, narrowly-defined beauty that starts with a beautiful actress ANYWAY???

[originaljediinjeans]

People aren’t allowed to have opinions on this hellsite anymore, i guess

[creativescramble-blog]

Mundanity [Insanity]

And I have come to see that the people surrounding me are steeped  in the mundanity of everyday life. I say ~steeped~ because there is a overripe stagnance to their behaviors; a palpable unwillingness to move outside of their habituations. I think this stems from a feeling of settling down in one’s environment, as sediment sinking slowly in a water glass, making its home on the bottom. This is such an innately human phenomenon; the fading of excitement and curiosity, which comes to be replaced with apathetic inactivity. I think the shine has worn off. The honeymoon phase of travel and exploration has given way to laziness, with a smattering of excuses dismissing their petrification. Oh how the invisible fetters wrap themselves more and more tightly around their ankles, until I come to see that my friends have been jailed in their own domiciles. The chains are numerous, manifesting in the form of addiction, temptation, loneliness, and sloth: the glowing screen to which you glue your eyeballs, the bottle tugging at your shirtsleeve, your lungs wheezing for another drag, inflamed nostrils begging for a bump in between sniffles [we all have our vices]. But I am not exempt, am I? My plague is somewhat different in form. I drift through life in a state of delusion, refusing to accept the realities of daily life, in turn creating messes  upon messes and perpetually running from the consequences. I am the problem-child, cynical idealist, lazy perfectionist, and never quite overachiever that no one aspires to be akin to. (Add melodramatic to this list)

[zippywafflebuns]

Sitting here in my hot rollers, pondering the state of lgbt characters in soap operas.  

(Will is going to come back and we’ll be stuck watching the same love triangle all over again, because four or more lgbt folks is too many for one show to handle.)

[emilymarkstheworld]

I hate having existential crises. 

How in the world do I get over them?