fireflies lighting up a rural Pennsylvania field at dusk
A display of Katharine Hepburn’s pants as part of “Katharine Hepburn: Dressed for Stage and Screen” at the Performing Arts Library in NYC.
The agony of thinking you’re finished doing the dishes only to turn around and to your horror: the pot.
it's graduation season so just to say: if you didn't graduate a level of education for any reason, you're just as valuable and worthy of love as those who graduated, you're wonderful and i love you
yeah yeah it's an achievement whatever who gives a shit. i SURVIVED. fuck having qualifications i'm ALIVE and that's all that matters !!!!!!
the scariest thing about the generative AI thing is how quickly people have accepted it as an indefinite, irrevocable part of their reality. people have genuinely convinced themselves that ChatGPT is the only solution to most tasks - tasks they did with their own brain without any large effort two years ago. like you know damn well all of us used to write emails ourselves why are we pretending like this is an impossible task to do with your own two hands. what's with the fucking. AI revisionism. i feel like i am going insane.
getting approached by an animal that wants you to pet them is such a magical feeling. like they saw you and went "yeah there's love in there"
i do love that you can name pets pretty much anything. with children you have to be reasonable but with pets you can just do anything. you can name your tortoise panopticon