Lady in Love @Lady@cat.family

not a good sign when one of your dreams ends with you running away to the couch with a plate of choco chip pancakes because you are too sleepy to deal with this shit

i’m actually mostly being irritated at other people who think about version control systems but i did scroll thru a few wikipedia pages

thinking about version control systems

sure this is uncanny but there hasn’t been a canny photo of a girl in two decades

can’t tell if the photo is A·I or just the oldschool kind of photoshop retouching of womens bodies

every day i log on and have to deal with people who think that computers have some other purpose than just helping humans to complete tasks

trans day of traumatized young people and privileged old people having bad takes about community and praxis

🐶 woof

these pretzels are 5% charcoal

i was pouting and my fiancé WENT UPSTAIRS and DIDN’T SEE IT

they planted one tree

neat

i’m sleeeepy we did so much talking today *proceeds to discuss meditation for five hours*

okay FINE i’ll use the arrow operator

Gets tough being young, but you do it for kicks; kinda hate how it tastes, but you eat it with chopsticks; existentialist: You wanna know what all of this is. Four more months: It’s just a season. Cut your loss: You’ll start to think that things you have are things you’ll lose; it’s normal, but it’s not the truth.

And all of the sudden, you’re a bad liar; all of a sudden, you’re a trash fire; but if anybody treats you like a hazard, you’re the one with your thumb on the lighter.

Last chance to be a kid with a cereal box: Had a dream in your head, but you woke up and lost it, and you only get a few more candles before you’re too old to try again,

to be a wreck,
to get the sympathy of friends,
who see that you’re not there yet,
but they say that you’ll get there,

and then all of a sudden you’re a bad liar, ’cause you said that it would get better, but all of the sudden it’s a trash fire and you can’t put it out;

all of a sudden you’re a hostage to the things you thought you wanted; all of a sudden you’re a hot mess, and you can’t sweat it out.

[Hands pressed to your thighs, as if you could protect them from the thoughts that you’ve had that conspire against them—even tho you need them to get by.]

excuse me????

the ice cream trucks are out playing christmas music so spring has truly arrived