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i'm normal about them i promise i swear i mean it i am really i'm normal and can be trusted #tav #Shadowheart #BG3 #VirtualPhotography

Jennifer English's response to her involvement in 3 of the last 4 Game of the Year winners:

maybe i’m just young and brainrotted but the first few seconds of the phone blurrily readjusting to the moon affected me more viscerally than any other photo that came out of Artemis

It’s not your expression, it’s a machine given words that it uses to create a consensus of how other people have expressed it. Expression is your voice, not the voices of others serrated and dragged through a machine made to mimic your mouth. You express nothing, you forfeit your voice to allow the rest of humanity to speak for you. Here, you even say the ultimate goal is the erasure of human voices. Your “expression” leads to a lack of humanity, not a furtherance of it. Every iteration and invention of art has found new ways to allow us to culminate the human experience through sensation, but generative AI is cancer, it’s the cells of what we’ve already built spinning ad nauseam until all we “make” is what others have already made. It’s a dead end and lifeless, and goes against whatever spirit, soul, or God gave us the gift of creation in the first place.

17776 day tomorrow

Artemis II to the moon 🚀🌕

Liftoff of Artemis II

fuuuuck dude i’m so annoyed that i’m so busy being disappointed and apathetic about headlines that i wasn’t even getting excited for this until hours after it happened

honestly christianity is shoved down my throat more than anything LGTBQ+ but hey whatever

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oh shit mj’s going to remember being saved by spider-man. she isn’t gonna remember WHICH spider-man huh. wonder if that’s gonna get brought up at all

A Brand New Day starts now. Watch the official trailer for Spider-Man: Brand New Day - exclusively in theatres July 31.

A Brand New Day starts now. Watch the official trailer for Spider-Man: Brand New Day - exclusively in theatres July 31.

i saw mommy kissing santa clause now they're going to bed n my stomach is sick n it's all in my head but she's touching his chest now

In my room at 12-years-old, in my Pierce the Veil T-Shirt, freaking out and wondering how the fuck I’m gonna sing this shit

y'all dont understand, they got someone fired at frederator for suggesting they were more than friends back in 2011. AND 13 YEARS LATER THEY GET TO BE FREAKS IN SCENE

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You can lead an ordinary life and be an extraordinary writer. And even if you're a mediocre writer, please write. Someone will resonate with your words. We need long form content in this world of slop. I want to see people being earnest and thoughtful.

all other problems are this problem. all other discourse is a distraction from this

Toxic does not attract toxic. Familiar attracts familiar. A nervous system learns a weather and then keeps walking toward that sky, even when it spits. We do not chase pain because we love it. We chase the hallway we grew up in. A drawer that shut too loud. A plate set on the table like a warning. The kind of apology that sounded like traffic. When someone brings us the same temperature, our bones relax. Not because it is good. Because it is known. There was a kitchen where you learned what closeness costs. Keys dropped into a chipped blue bowl at 18:09. Voices that moved from light to knife without a staircase. You studied the speed. You learned how to shrink before the door slammed. Years later you meet a person whose jokes come with small teeth. Your body mistakes the bite for home. We call it normal because normal kept us alive. We call it acceptable because we survived it. We choose the same brand of chaos and swear it is chemistry. We tell our friends he is intense or she just cares a lot. We stop hearing the siren because it sings in our parents’ key. If you want different, you have to become an archaeologist of your own weather. Experience first. Touch the stove and admit it was hot. Time second. Let a quiet week be a witness. Meet many people so you can learn that not everyone raises their voice when they are scared. Meet yourself again and again in hard rooms. Here is how the meeting looks when it is boring enough to work. At 1:13 a message arrives that makes your stomach throw a small stone into itself. You do not answer. You put the phone face down and run cold water over your wrists until the skull cools half a degree. You write one line on a torn receipt: I feel small. Not poetry. Measurement. At 8:06 you see them at the bus stop. The apology starts walking toward your mouth. You swallow it and say hello like a person who pays rent inside their own chest. You notice if your shoulders climb. You notice if your eyes start scanning for exits. Your body is a dashboard. Read the lights. At the grocery store, fluorescent bright, you pick the quiet apple. You remember how love looked at home. You remember who apologized first and who never did. You ask a new question: what would safety do here. Safety would not hurry. Safety would not perform. Safety would say not today and mean it kindly. Different is not a speech. Different is a thousand small edits. You pick the friend who claps softly for your good news and does not make it about theirs. You pick the date who can sit through silence without reaching for your throat with words. You pick the text that arrives when it said it would. You pick the person who corrects themself without making you the chalkboard. You will relapse into familiar. Good. Catch yourself in the doorway. Turn on the light. Say out loud I am about to repeat an old house. Put on your shoes and take a walk around the block until the urge loses its heat. Call the version of you who knows better and ask them to sit beside you for ten minutes. They will. They are tired of you suffering on principle. Practice meeting yourself in difficult places. In the argument where your lungs want to sprint, count to eight with your tongue against your palate until your teeth stop wanting to leap out as words. In the bedroom where a hand reaches without asking, move the hand. Say here are my exits. Watch who stays. In the mirror where shame wants to build a tent, name three facts that are not opinions. I slept. I ate. I did not lie today. Healthy love will feel boring before it feels safe. That is not a failure. That is the absence of sirens. It is two chairs that hold. A calendar with plans that happen. A voice that does not turn your body into homework. It is laughter that does not require recovery. It is a hand that asks and believes your answer the first time…