first fan not friend first

my other grounding technique is remembering that the earliest abolitionists & the earliest suffragists had no proof that the world would ever make possible what they fought for and indeed many of them did not live to see it come to pass. and yet they did not succumb to despair so it would be disrespectful to their memory to let it overtake me

I think the folks who support the use of AI in education are missing the point of essay assignments.

Like you are not trying to educate the teacher. You are not trying to demonstrate your ability to produce an essay.

The ENTIRE POINT of Essays is to demonstrate that you understand the material. And you cannot do that if you are not writing the essay yourself.

You also cannot do that if you are not reading the material yourself.

Whenever my aunt springs her insane superstitious/religious cures on me I specifically remember when I was 17 and she got me exorcised. The priest was like "I don't think she's possessed" and she insisted "well there's something wrong with her, she's always [symptoms of depression] so..."

And the guy said some verses and touched my head and stuff then said I should drink only holy water for an entire week. Which wasn't hard to do, but my fav part of this whole experience was me saying I want to eat instant noodles and my aunt going "I'll make them for you. With the holy water he gave us." And then I had holy instant noodles

He knows exactly how it's supposed to work, is the thing. He just made a critical miscalculation on the weight front. He is very new and physical existence is very complicated, he is doing his best.

“Fyp” we don’t do that here. I mean, Tumblr the app and website tries, but we don't do that here.

“But then how will anyone see it?” peer review.

“How do you get engagement?” by talking and engaging with other people. Or making a devastating typo. Either way.

“But—” Listen, you’re not doing solo stand up anymore. This is a group improv class being held in a SAW dungeon. Good luck.

—James Baldwin, The Price of the Ticket

Emotional support pumpkin

When the sun hits the living room just right, Holly Mop will come find me and herd me onto the couch, grumbling and barking at me if I don’t move fast enough for her liking, so we can sit in the sunbeam together. Like, Mama, what are you doing laundry for? There are sunbeams to enjoy.

You know what? She’s right.

The little mutual label that appears after your URL in my notifs are friendship bracelets to me btw

Sorry, but I choose not to kill my soul on the altar of cynicism. Goodness is real. Hope is strength. People can, and do, change for the better.

reddit, how do I make my firstborn stop playing with the fans, the ornaments, and the makeup when he is supposed to be a warlord. I fear I shall raise a poet.

Absolutely based quote my dude

you aren't alone

you aren't alone

you aren't alone

you aren't alone

you aren't alone