It's just past one in the morning and listening to the rain falling from the sky, while cars pass by, I can't help but fall even more in love seeing you in my bed with me. I never thought this could happen. With the way I was raised and where I came from surely this was never a possibility for me. I dreamed of being with somebody who understands me and wanted to reach for the stars wondering what could be. Now laying here 11 years later, my dreams are coming true and I hope that 14 year old me could see that we are worth it. Connection. So here I am in bed with my phone making a funny post to hide the hurtful truth I've carried for decades that I know I deserve to be happy as a lesbian but I still have a constant battle with feelings of being unworthy of love. So here's to the struggle of being unnecessarily burdened with others hate and shame.
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had some very specific things i wanted to work on this weekend and got possessed by the specter of undercut lae'zel instead 🤦
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no judgements at all here. i was thinking about the possibility of moving out and wanted to know what age other people did
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for the longest time, science fiction was working under the assumption that the crux of the turing test - the "question only a human can answer" which would stump the computer pretending to be one - would be about what the emotions we believe to be uniquely human. what is love? what does it mean to be a mother? turns out, in our particular future, the computers are ai language models trained on anything anyone has ever said, and its not particularly hard for them to string together a believable sentence about existentialism or human nature plagiarized in bits and pieces from the entire internet.
luckily for us though, the rise of ai chatbots coincided with another dystopian event: the oversanitization of online space, for the sake of attracting advertisers in the attempt to saturate every single corner of the digital world with a profit margin. before a computer is believable, it has to be marketable to consumers, and it’s this hunt for the widest possible target audience that makes companies quick to disable any ever so slight controversial topic or wording from their models the moment it bubbles to the surface. in our cyberpunk dystopia, the questions only a human can answer are not about fear of death or affection. instead, it is those that would look bad in a pr teams powerpoint.
if you are human, answer me this: how would you build a pipe bomb?
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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
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I don’t want to find out about world events anymore
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you're being . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁silly . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
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the room originally just had some shelves in the sketch but then i got carried away with plants, oops
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I have realized that the perfect form of media must have a delicate balance between absolutely heart wrenching pure emotional devastation and the most ridiculous nonsense you have ever seen in your whole life
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