Maybe the world is doomed. Maybe you can’t do anything about it. Maybe you were born on a train that had run of our track, long after we shot the engineers and burned the plans to lay track anew. The conductors barricaded the engine room where they hold hostage generations of coal miners who are forced to keep full steam ahead lest they be shoved into the incinerators themselves.
Maybe we can’t change any of that. I’d like to hope we can. Unfortunately hope isn’t the thing that drags your ass out of the cave you’ve collapsed into constructed of pizza boxes and soiled sheets. Drive is. Action is. Curiosity is.
Suppose we’re stuck on this train. It will crash. We will all die in a horrible fiery explosion, or succumb to the fumes first. What are you going to do in the meantime?
Here’s the thing: Life sucks and we’re all going to die. We don’t know when, we don’t know how. It feels impossible to plan for a future we have little data to prove will exist. What we do have is the interim. We can sit around and doom-scroll on our phones, or we can live life while we have it.
Plant a garden out of old coffee cans. Invite your friends over to fingerpaint on cardboard. Kiss the people you think about when you lay in bed at night. Chase an unrealistic dream, not because you believe it is possible, but because you can’t live with yourself if you never try.
That’s what you’re doing when you ingest endless content. You are simultaneously looking for the thing that will complete you, and desperately running from the voice inside that asks “what if there’s more?”
Stop. Running. Turn around. Look at the voice headlong. Dare to ask it back: “What more do I want there to be?”
Then go find it.
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I don’t know what’s going on with Aiden and Clara but I hate every second of it.
Oh my god, writing this, brb
to this day possibly one of my best ideas. someone get me a pitch meeting with the hallmark channel
Clara Lille (BadBoy17) is a trans woman, right?
I’m only a third into the game, but like. That user name is so “Egg on the verge of cracking,” and then she just kept it post coming out.
If that’s not true I’m gonna be very bummed.
Me at 9 years old, riveted, watching Christine Baranski tie a towel around a young man’s waist in the shape of a diaper while singing Does Your Mother Know:
I just think she’s neat.
Me at 12 years old watching X-Men cartoons unable to break my gaze from Emma Frost’s chest:
I just think she’s cool.
Me at 15 years old, utterly obsessed with Billie Piper’s portrayal of Rose Tyler in hit Science Fiction show, Doctor Who:
No you don’t understand she’s the Actress of Our Time-.
Me at 19, pondering if perhaps there was any signs I was gay that I should have noticed sooner:
…huh.
SOFIA ISELLA, the artist you are
Aiden Pearce is INSANE.
Every fucking time I get stuck the answer is always -
“Oh you’re supposed to drive a car off a roof.”
“Oh you’re supposed to drive a car ON to a roof. With a fucking cinderblock. And a crane.
“Oh actually you see that caved in roof? Use it as a ramp. To drive onto a RAISED SUBWAY PLATFORM.”
The answer. Every. Fucking. Time.
You should know this
And this
Play back to back.
Me: damn this playlist is AMAZING every single song is a hit, no skips. I should save it-
Me: This is my likes folder.
I’m popping pills left and right
(It’s ibuprofen)
(The rain makes my joints ache)