@alison oh its been edited!! awee ):: that'dve been funnyy
re: re: shirtless picture, no eye contact
@mi @vultureculture gosh mira you're such a helpless bisexual :PP
twitter x-post ((contents, normative person levels of grammar
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They buried the lede on this new study. It's not that exercise beats out SSRIs for depression treatment, but that *just* dancing has the largest effect of *any treatment* for depression.
That's kind of beautiful.
@joepie91 ive thought about that a lot before, it allowed for way better security, debugging (:P) and perhaps trusting trust since there only needs to be one blob at boot and that's it
implied nudity / not explicit
@oathboundFamiliar awe jeez,, i wish mine could take that
@tty !key ctrl c
!cmd echo 'hiiii :3'
@tty !tty6
!cmd sway
@tty !cmd cage virt-viewer xp
@tty !key ctrl alt f2
!cmd icewm
re: selfie, ec
@stellarskylark cute indeed!
image transcription (manual), re: trip thread, writing
@elilla
my father said that war was evil, but if it came he would
revel in it like sand in a storm
~ Nnedi Okorafor,
"Binti"
war is here, in your house,
war walks with you
on the way to work
when you step to smoke a cig
war, too, stops, and stays(?) by you.
war is interested in you, you see,
and walks(?) with you to work .
war sits in your sofa to check
the renes that you select.
when you wrestle with your worries,
war is watching, wide awake,
war stands ~~by your bed~~ and stares,
with motherly intimacy,
by your bed, bidding time
~~………~~
til the dawn starts ~~bed~~ the day,
~~…~~ & you wake up, & war walks
with you, war rules(?nues?)
in red, red leather.
hi boosting from cohost, if someone from boston can help or find help for this creature escaping their house https://cohost.org/doomvega/post/4178613-urgent
mei is me&i, is me and I,
is plural, cat, , distinct and intertwined
photographs
programs
poet
musician
image-editor
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I gave my map away, but it's time to push and pull, change and ~~kill your past~~. Oh... To know the catharsis of loving again reminds us of how much we bled. This heart wasn't made for loving anyone, but now I know where I am. I make my own path.