Forgot My Umbrella
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I think some of you have been completely immersed in tech for so long that you've forgotten what normal people are like
January 16, 2026 at 1:41 AM
I think some of you have been completely immersed in tech for so long that you've forgotten what normal people are like
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I’ve forgotten what any people are like
I don’t think Microsoft has realised how feral some of us have gotten during work from home and they’re not prepared for the return to work consequences.
I don’t think Microsoft has realised how feral some of us have gotten during work from home and they’re not prepared for the return to work consequences.
January 16, 2026 at 1:58 AM
I’ve forgotten what any people are like
I don’t think Microsoft has realised how feral some of us have gotten during work from home and they’re not prepared for the return to work consequences.
I don’t think Microsoft has realised how feral some of us have gotten during work from home and they’re not prepared for the return to work consequences.
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this is the sickest shit ive ever seen
January 16, 2026 at 9:38 PM
this is the sickest shit ive ever seen
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Would you believe this painting is called “Boy Party”
January 18, 2026 at 1:13 AM
Would you believe this painting is called “Boy Party”
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BENEVOLENT WIZARD: (turns the bagger into a fox.)
BAGGER (FOX FORM): (running away immediately. they turn to look at everyone else one last time. they nod in approval. the fox continues to run into its new, true life)
BAGGER (FOX FORM): (running away immediately. they turn to look at everyone else one last time. they nod in approval. the fox continues to run into its new, true life)
January 17, 2026 at 3:40 PM
BENEVOLENT WIZARD: (turns the bagger into a fox.)
BAGGER (FOX FORM): (running away immediately. they turn to look at everyone else one last time. they nod in approval. the fox continues to run into its new, true life)
BAGGER (FOX FORM): (running away immediately. they turn to look at everyone else one last time. they nod in approval. the fox continues to run into its new, true life)
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BAGGER: (spilling my groceries on the floor) Oh God. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I'm supposed to do.
ME: How are you supposed to do it?
MANAGER: She means she was gonna be a fox. In the woods and shit. But something happened and she got stuck.
BAGGER: (crying) Got so stuck.
ME: How are you supposed to do it?
MANAGER: She means she was gonna be a fox. In the woods and shit. But something happened and she got stuck.
BAGGER: (crying) Got so stuck.
January 17, 2026 at 10:44 AM
BAGGER: (spilling my groceries on the floor) Oh God. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I'm supposed to do.
ME: How are you supposed to do it?
MANAGER: She means she was gonna be a fox. In the woods and shit. But something happened and she got stuck.
BAGGER: (crying) Got so stuck.
ME: How are you supposed to do it?
MANAGER: She means she was gonna be a fox. In the woods and shit. But something happened and she got stuck.
BAGGER: (crying) Got so stuck.
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this is a narrative poem about Ariadne, about confronting empire, and about fucking while you're very depressed
![On a green screened Kaypro 4
[RETURN] to begin
birth being, like all things, a matter of chance
the circumstances of which are thus revealed:
a cloud rolling over the sea a matter of unveiling a stretch of land borne up from the zanclean flood, a straight line, narrow pathway to dominion. (this was all before my time, the weaver sighs, these were the works of mothers and fathers and brothers)
and so the works of fathers were to build palaces of red stone and the works of brothers were to stain the stones and the works of mothers were the uneasy dreams that gave the stones their shapes; these were walls and what was beyond them, these were horizons and their disappearing sails, and this was a birth which mended tragedy
(the weaver was, after all, reconciliation, proof of love)
[1: for more than six years she slept in pillows of adoration.]
[2: for more than six years she held her breath]
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January 17, 2026 at 5:48 PM
this is a narrative poem about Ariadne, about confronting empire, and about fucking while you're very depressed
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due to formative experiences in my life I now believe the only people qualified to teach photography are autistic men and mean lesbians
January 17, 2026 at 9:19 PM
due to formative experiences in my life I now believe the only people qualified to teach photography are autistic men and mean lesbians
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Another collab skirt with Maya, based on bun skirt artwork I did years ago! 🐰🤍🩵 available now in Maya’s store!! store.mayakern.com/products/col...
January 17, 2026 at 6:41 AM
Another collab skirt with Maya, based on bun skirt artwork I did years ago! 🐰🤍🩵 available now in Maya’s store!! store.mayakern.com/products/col...
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Speedpainty fantasy fun
November 13, 2025 at 7:30 PM
Speedpainty fantasy fun
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January 12, 2026 at 9:21 AM
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January 12, 2026 at 9:10 AM
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These stomach cramps can't stop me, because I can't read!
January 13, 2026 at 4:14 AM
These stomach cramps can't stop me, because I can't read!
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You’re not imagining things—the plums that were in your icebox are *completely gone*. Here’s why that’s bad news:
• They were *your plums*, that you were saving for breakfast. That makes this personal for you.
• They were *sweet*, so whoever ate them *enjoyed* them. That’s unforgivable.
• They were *your plums*, that you were saving for breakfast. That makes this personal for you.
• They were *sweet*, so whoever ate them *enjoyed* them. That’s unforgivable.
January 13, 2026 at 2:33 AM
You’re not imagining things—the plums that were in your icebox are *completely gone*. Here’s why that’s bad news:
• They were *your plums*, that you were saving for breakfast. That makes this personal for you.
• They were *sweet*, so whoever ate them *enjoyed* them. That’s unforgivable.
• They were *your plums*, that you were saving for breakfast. That makes this personal for you.
• They were *sweet*, so whoever ate them *enjoyed* them. That’s unforgivable.
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omg, i have so many frozen pancakes that i need to get through 🥲
January 13, 2026 at 7:15 AM
omg, i have so many frozen pancakes that i need to get through 🥲
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Another Repost from ~ year ago
Song : Shadow Shadow - Azari
Song : Shadow Shadow - Azari
January 13, 2026 at 7:21 AM
Another Repost from ~ year ago
Song : Shadow Shadow - Azari
Song : Shadow Shadow - Azari
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man i leave twitter for like 3 weeks and they’re already on there talking about how i dress like a trans masc elizabeth holmes
March 15, 2025 at 3:11 PM
man i leave twitter for like 3 weeks and they’re already on there talking about how i dress like a trans masc elizabeth holmes