lyricposting
i know u understand
i cant leave u alone
i gave u my time
u cant pick up the phone
life is so tragic huh
it wont live me alone
try not to be obsessive
im a messed up girl i know (i know, i
know) ∞x
https://soundcloud.com/user-177606669/i-know-i-know-i-know-i-know-i-know-i-know-i-know
"oh but when the archeologists find your bones–"
WRONG! the archeologist who finds my bones will be a communist catgirl living in a post-gender anarchist utopia, and fae will not give a flying fuck about the fact that i had my bones dyed with the trans pride colors in a controversial and risky surgical procedure
thonkpad
creatures here know about the thonkpad hardware maintenance manuals right?
its
so good
https://download.lenovo.com/pccbbs/mobiles_pdf/t480s-hmm_en.pdf (my lappy)
if youre on a slow machine +pdfjs/firefox you can see the diagram of the insides of the computer load.. not just one image!! u can see it assembling itself almost as the page loads..
computer UI trivia question for our amusement: y'all know those computer prompts which have "(Y/N)" at the end, and want you to type one of those two letters?
(guessing this'll be weighted *heavily* towards the top, given fediverse, but I think it's still amusing to ask.)
(boosts okay but not remotely necessary.)
rant, shitty writing styles, subpost, vent, caps,
i hate the "you are not $x. you are not $y." format
first, i get to decide what i am. stop telling me.
and second, if i agree with you, i'm going to feel shit because saying that makes me consider "but what if i *am* $x and $y and i'm terrible" even if they're things i'm not
please JUST STOP doing it. its SO bad. pleeeeeeaseeee
[unpaper](https://www.flameeyes.com/projects/unpaper) is unironically such a good name
mei is me&i, is me and I,
is plural, cat, , distinct and intertwined
photographs
programs
poet
musician
image-editor
[WARNING: warranty expired 2004-01-10T14:30:00Z. contact [EXPUNGED] to extend.]
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.