nothing special <3

do people who live in countries that don't have snow know about the snow silence? When you get a nice big dumping of fresh snow and you step outside into an infinitely harshly contrasted world and there's no sound because the snow absorbs it all? I believe it fits the traditional use of terrific both wonderful and incredible but also causing a great terror.

the tv show "the torment nexus game is bad" being a poignant critique of wage slavery and class disparity and capitalism that is popularized in the west by big tv corporation bc it makes them money, then being turned into "the torment nexus game is bad: the game show" by the most souless and therefore most popular youtuber because it makes him money, so then big tv corporation makes their OWN "the torment nexus game is bad: the OFFICIAL game show" to make even more money off the "the torment nexus game is bad" fictional critique of capitalism tv show, and then it turns out that many allegations of torment nexus-like conditions come out of both reality tv game shows but there aren't any consequences. and then Bigger Corporation goes to the soulless youtuber and is like. lets make another "the torment nexus game is bad" -esque game show to make us a lot of money because the people stuck in the torment nexus love that shit. it's called "the torment nexus game is fun :-)" and then the writer of the "the torment nexus game is bad" posts on twitter that he fucking hates his own story and what it has become. you would think this is a plot from a heavy-handed early black mirror episode but it is unfortunately a plot from real life

the only way to get what you want is to be brave enough to move towards it. if there is a willingness to be momentarily uncomfortable in order to live the life that calls from your heart then fear loses much of its claim over you and your decisions

it's so fucked up you cant start working on your life at 3 am. when it most matters

literally everything

florence welch was right. it picks me up puts me down chews me up spits me out a hundred times a day picks me up puts me down i'm always running from something i push it back but it keeps on coming and being clever never got me very far

SO much about doing well is just not even giving your brain the time to sabotage you. like deciding to just get started on a task before your brain could conjure up thoughts like “but there’s always tomorrow” “ruminate on this pointless thing instead” like sometimes you genuinely just have to put pen to paper and do

GIRLS IN MY PHONE. WE CAN DO IT

2025 is going to be my year for sure

explaining executive dysfunction to people is so embarrassing yeah i have the be useless for days at a time disease

what if we all just stopped saying things we’ve heard other people say a million times and we see what epicness transpires from there

happy new year’s eve <3

unironically what i look like

you're allowed to say "sex" on the internet. See? I just did it. Sex. Sex sex sex. You don't have to say s*x or smex or Adult Fun Times or s3x or "spice" any other variation of self-censorship you can just spell out the word SEX i am going to scream until the heat death of the universe

staring at the blank page before you open up the dirty window let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find reaching for something in the distance so close you can almost taste it release your inhibitions feel the rain on your skin no one else can feel it for you only you can let it in no one else no one else can speak the words on your lips drench yourself in words unspoken live your life with arms wide open today is where your book begins the rest is still unwritten

romo (relief of missing out)

me when i see someone censor the word kill in real life / a website where it’s allowed

the thing about being alone is that it’s so peaceful and freeing and cool apart from the evenings you descend into literal hell

perhaps the antidote to overconsumption is thankfulness. I am thankful for one notebook at a time and I am thankful for the coffee and tea I have at my house and I am thankful for the books I havent read yet and im thankful for these clothes I can make so many outfits with

like the first rule of cooking is to have fun and be yourself and the first rule of baking is to stay calm because the dough can sense fear

how it feels to use the word diegetic

the pace at which we are forced to live is so unnatural. i dont feel bad about being exhausted and i dont wonder why im exhausted anymore. only wanting serenity and simplicity for all

i'm, above all else, a tangentgirl. always saying shit like "sidenote," "oh also," "by the way,"

psychiatry’s popularity has made complaining about real, material, corporeal problems awful because everyone will just respond to you with “have you tried cognitive behavioral therapy? have you tried coping? have you tried to avoid negative behaviors reinforcing the problem?” like minds have been so thoroughly colonized that we can only understand problems as something internal to the individual, who is also the only one capable of/responsible for lifting themselves out of their problems.

hey bro can i ask you a question that will reveal a deep and fundamental gap in my knowledge of the world

Always Coming Home, Ursula K. Le Guin

how it feels to finally accept that you are just like your father. and it's hilarious even

"there is something wrong with me" would imply theres something right with other people. which i dont believe

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“we need more weird art!” but not anything that makes me feel uncomfortable or alienated or challenged. “weird art” but i don’t want to consider the perspective of anyone i might have real irrevocable differences from. “weird art” but everything must be carefully couched in the language of white middle-class sensibilities at all times. “weird art” but it has to be picked from a list of pre-established “weird” tropes that i recognize from carefully curated lists on letterboxd.

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how is it almost 2025 i didn’t even get a chance to exhale the breath i took in 2024 yet

controversial opinion but unfortunately you are your actions and what you say. if you are mean to people, it doesn’t matter if you sometimes have secret kind thoughts. fortunately you are your actions and what you say. if you are kind in your actions and your words, it doesn’t matter if you sometimes have mean thoughts. the power is in working against inner negative thoughts and being a better person despite it. you have the ability to cultivate the person you want to be.

I find myself thinking "god, I need a cigarette" way too often for someone who doesn't actually smoke. but what can I say. I've been needing a cigarette

best thing about learning new subjects or hobbies is that a whole world of intricate procedures, vocabulary, lore, controversy, niche pockets of interest, tricks, deepening personal experience of your own and others etc etc all opens up to you and you just get to walk around in there. nothing better than being amateur and full of curiosity and not feeling any pressure of expectations

everyone is becoming way too comfortable about being horrible people

i have to get into bed twenty times a day or ill start following through on various threats ive made

i love you visible brushstrokes. i love you glue warped scrapbook pages. i love you awkward poems. i love you junk journal with faded receipts. i love you poorly composed journal layout. I love you unintentionally blurry photographs. i love you asymmetrical beading. i love you curling freeform crochet. i love you fingerprints on pottery. i love you reused materials. i love you improvised instruments. i love you mistakes. i love you bravery to make it anyway. i love you creativity that hasn't been wiped clean of every drop of humanity and sanitized and commodified.

dealing with my fear of rejection by never asking for anything, and my fear of being a burden by never doing anything that involves other people. foolproof.

hello hello!

your admin is back 🥹

i didn’t expect to get so many kind messages from people who missed this channel—thank you so so much!

it feels wrong not to share where i’ve been, so here’s my life in a nutshell:

• studying cultural management in romania (kinda hate it, but it's complicated)

• working with and researching a growing spoken word poetry community here (mostly love it)

• producing some cool audio dramas (proud of the work, tired of the team)

• fostering a cute doggo with my gf (he has to leave soon, really sad about it)

• juggling a part-time job in between (it's aight, just hard to balance w other things) 😵‍💫

sadly, most of the projects i’d love to share with you are either in romanian or can only be attended in person. but...

there’s something you might enjoy! 😳 i’ve launched my first-ever series of episodes about spoken word in romania. you can find it here on youtube, here on spotify or through this link to our site.

the first guest is anthony, a short fiction writer from the usa who fell in love with romania’s spoken word scene. honestly, chatting with someone so wise felt surreal 🤯

so yeah, that’s me—still alive, kinda well, dealing with some mold, burnout, and another existential crisis yuppiii 🧘🏻‍♀️

but enough about me—what have you been up to? any life updates? i’d love to catch up, drop anything on your mind in the comments 💌

wikipedia editors are like if redditors were monks

ever since I was little I knew I never wanted anyone to turn the big light on

the problem with being creative is that you start to feel very guilty when you haven’t created anything in a while

i always get so nervous asking my friends to hangout cuz what if i sound like im a little orphan boy in a winter coat and 1 old boot begging for scraps of bread on the street

If life is a never ending loop of dirty dishes and laundry then that means life is a never ending loop of home cooked meals and comfy clean clothes

how it feels to ignore text messages and phone calls

teacup headset

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dreaming of childhood and summer and lemonade and grass with daisies in it and running through sprinklers and devouring books in an afternoon and trying to swing high enough to fly

there is something wrong with me but together there could be something wrong with us <3

bugs when you lift up their rock