in my defense it was a fucking big spider

got home last night and had to show up in my super smart and independent lesbian roommate's room and ask her to kill a spider for me and she got out from under all her blankets and paused her movie just to save me

photo taken out of a plane window of the airplane wing above lots of clouds with the sunrise peeking out from beneath the wing, deep orange sun rays coming off in every direction

i see this view multiple times a month — sometimes multiple times a week — and somehow the knowledge that the earth is turning and that once again another day dawns anew simply doesn't get old. it's cloudy on the ground today, but i know the sunshine is up there. i saw it.

is everyone familiar with that old tumblr post that was like "when i was 17 i wanted to die but right now i'm on my couch listening to my husband and child laughing in the next room"

just thinking about that so thoroughly these days

curling up on the couch with your roommate and a cat and some mexican food and a movie and showing each other met gala outfits and critiquing the hell out of them. heaven is real and lives on my couch.

mentioned this to my super smart and independent lesbian roommate and she fist-pumped

aw hello munchkin 💓

oh to be so full of love your heart may break free of your chest

the fact that there are people in this world who held me during full trauma-induced breakdowns and witnessed me at my peak self-destructive form and have been on the receiving end of my trigger reaction of vitriol and STILL they love and value and cherish me is sooooooo !!!!!!!!!!

i do my best to be a good person or a neutral person at worst but i am still so very flawed as all people are and yet!! there are people who pick up the phone whenever i call (as long as they can)!! and people who change their work schedules to spend time with me!!

worked an all nighter again as one does and suddenly feel so full of love that i'm NAUSEOUS because there is literally so much love in my life even amidst all the bad things in the world that i am so rarely if ever lonely and i have seen full proof that i am loved unconditionally

my main life hack is to get a super smart and independent lesbian roommate and also a super masculine devoted gay best friend because between the two of them you will never have to do anything ever again like i am passenger princessing my way through life so smoothly right now

it was an absolutely beautiful trip, thank you 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

i love you

one day you're sad and worry you'll never find friends who love and care about you unconditionally and then suddenly one day you're sitting in an airport drinking beers and getting on a plane with two of your favorite people in the world to take them to one of your favorite cities in the world!!!!

she seats 194 people!! the first class lav has a pedal to open the trashcan and the lavs in the back have trashcans behind the toilets but everyone thinks the compartment beneath the sink that stores sick bags is the trash so they shove crazy things in there

screenshot of "Aircraft Stats" which shows "most flown aircraft" as the A321, highlighting 30 flights and 75 hours so far in 2025

and yes i do mean 75 hours on this plane alone in the year 2025

"do you think you're a plane expert" on planes in general? no. on this plane specifically on which i have extensive training and have spent 75 hours on so far in the year 2025? yeah, kinda!

every couple of days i have a really brutal moment where i go "oh, god, when did i get happy?" and this has been happening for over a year and i have no idea when i stop being surprised that i'm happy to be alive

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and on top of that — how disconnected we've become that folks yearn so desperately for the feeling of creation that they're willing to lose the humanity in the final product; you're searching for substance where there is none, you're trying to feel human warmth in something empty and cold.

generative AI is so devastating to me personally because catastrophic environmental impacts aside, the weird love and obsession with generated products only serves to highlight how little folks can identify the soul of human-created art — and how sad it is to have lost that!!

i am a pomeranian apologist i will never take that back or give that up

people who have a passionate hatred for small dogs and no willingness to admit that small dogs are often loud and aggressive as a result of their loss of agency (being treated like dolls/stuffed animals and grabbed/picked up/carried constantly) make me go 🤨🤨🤨🤨

worst part outside of like, the fact that i have to pay rent and my own healthcare and all that shit

i think the worst part of being an adult post-college thus far has been the loss of having writing workshops and other people who wanted to share work and have a shared interest in discussing said work :((

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