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i am nooooot locked the fuck in. im locked the fuck out. call the locksmith
They should block chatgpt on uni WiFi the way they used to block coolmathgames
they should make chatgpt automatically redirect to coolmathgames so you can actually fucking learn something
wild horses
"last night was a tear-stained rough draft"
(original post from @ papayajuan2019)
oof mood
Askbox is closed for new requests, I'm recording these old ones on the to-write document
Our Ghosts Are Present Tense
Prague's morning folds like an old letter, its edges softened by time and loss, a city of survived silences, trams tracking scars across cobbled skin.
I'm foreign here again, with passport permission. They say this makes me safe, but a stamp is thin asylum— history teaches quiet suspicion, doorways know how shadows wait.
Across an ocean, my birthplace breaks the bones of promises: ICE vans as dark as cattle cars, due process rerouted online, while children whisper unanswered in doorways left empty.
Legal residents are now erased, mouths gagged and wrists zipped tight, lives excised by red ink and signatures— justice, a closed-court spectacle, is shipped to private rented cells The bitter weight of paper mutes screams like snowfall— “Temporary”
I walk Prague counting brass plaques, tracing ghost names worn smooth, my tongue twisted by the consonants of families once disappeared— do we still call it history when it never ceased its haunting?
My queer body moves slow, bones wary, trembling under the threat of erasure— the state's gaze finds difference, defines it, tracks it, files it away, waiting to rewrite the conditions of our right to exist.
I fold mourning like the laundry, ache for fathers deported mid-dinner, plates still steaming, shoes untied, images of childhood sliced sudden, cleaved from belonging like limbs— and wonder how countries learn so well to carve apart families like meat.
Written in bloodlines and borders, a thousand laws deceive, deliberate: safety nets turned to snares, visas revoked between clock-ticks— homelands dissolved under our feet— there are no warning shots when law is the weapon.
I no longer recognize my homeland, but I’ve always known it this way even when I didn't see how often its stars were burned with gasoline, its eagle was strangled by violence. This is the freedom that has always dragged humans from factories, hospitals, dreams to prisons built of forgotten files, quietly shredded before dawn.
This mourning is an inheritance: watching families become headlines, yet again, catalogued casualties in archives I'll never live to read.
Each dawn my shadow greets me, asks timidly if today is the day someone writes my obituary in newsprint, misspells my name in quick ink— foreign body, collateral damage, legal at the wrong time, wrong place, erased by a footnote, voice hushed like ash, falling quietly on freshly rewritten borders.
I hold memories warm inside my lungs, say their names slow in solidarity with the erased, the disappeared. I remember here, now, openly, we must sharpen outrage into a blade, that blade into truth, truth into resistance.
Let us bare that blade against oppression, glinting sunlight into dark corners, slicing through iron bars. Let their captive birds escape, carrying in their tongues the names of all else who disappeared.
Let us hold onto each other fiercely, no matter the weight of history, no matter the shadows of borders. We will carve space for our breath, for our bodies to exist, to be known.
Let us be evidence, openly, beautifully here— our complicated names, our stubborn survival.
Our voices will rise together, woven from the threads of those lost, never to be silenced again.
History must not silence us again.
Prague's morning folds like an old letter, its edges softened by time and loss, a city of survived silences, trams tracking scars across cob
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i got this photo with gus from breaking bad and the conversation went like this
me: “hey can you pretend this banana I found outside is a gun?” him: “it is a gun” me: “shit you’re a good actor”
this post is now 10 years old and I don’t know how to feel
it would be nice if more good things could happen
The cruelty of racist white men.
Does anyone else remember when Elon was like "if anyone knows how to end world hunger for 6 billion USD, I'll fund it" and UNICEF was like "we're going to spend a month to make a plan to end world hunger for 6 billion USD and Elon is going to fund it" and Elon was like "actually, nah" and then bought Twitter instead?
I think that was one of the worst things I'll ever see in my life.
I still think that should be the thing for which he's the most famous. It should be brought up every time he's mentioned. In any news article, any interview, any history book. "Elon Musk, who was offered a chance to end world hunger and turned it down." Put it on his fucking gravestone.
I think I just found the only reasonable exchange involving two people with opposing views on porn to ever exist on this website
actually so based
I do not feel fly like a G6 and have not for a very long time
the white house is now so right wing, the GOP turtle man is by default on "our side." Trump's only response to this so far is to insinuate he's lying about the polio. Classy!
oh… HIM boba…
they all hate me for my pathetically small bong
Whatever
thats not a bong thats a bing
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I think I'm addicted to puffy fat nipples. What should I do?
why not join the fighter's guild? i hear they're recruiting again. not a bad way to make some money, if you've got the stones for it.
childhood was painful but at least my brain was underdeveloped enough to keep vibing back then. take me back
Me when I fucking get you
I had to draw them.