this is me trying by taylor swift // black swan by darren aronofsky // the bear by christopher storer // i, tonya by craig gillespie // normal people by lenny abrahamson and hettie macdonald // untitled by me // this is me trying by taylor swift // fleabag by phoebe waller-bridge // euphoria by sam levinson // eternal sunshine of the spotless mind by michel gondry // vicky cristina barcelona by woody allen // pearl by ti west // not strong enough by boygenuis // the Painter and the pianist ny lionello balestrieri // crying girl on the sofa by peder knudsen // dead poets society by peter weir // the prophecy by taylor swift // brutal by olivia rodrigo // lady bird by greta gerwig // gilmore girls by amy sherman-palladino // dreams of mickey mantle by bleachers // untitled by me // la la land by damien chazelle // little women by greta gerwig // right where you left me by taylor swift // reality bites by ben stiller // friends from college by francesca delbanco and nicholas stoller // the edge of seventeen by kelly fremon craig // i’m trying (not friends) by maisie peters // hoax by taylor swift
one of my worst writing sins is abusing my power to create compound words. i cannot write the sentence "The sun shone as bright as honey that afternoon." no. that's boring. "The sun was honey-bright that afternoon" however? yes. that sentence is dope as fuck. i do not care if "honey-bright" is a word in the english dictionary. i do not care if the sentence is grammatically correct. i will not change. i will not correct my erred ways. the laws of the english language are mine.
#I am unwell
"Heaven only knows why one loves it so, how one sees it so, making it up, building it round one, tumbling it, creating it every moment afresh... In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment in June."
art: Stanley Cursiter, "Apple Green" (1925)
quote: Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway (1925)
Existence is not a predicate-:;!?
I took these screenshots when Sheen first joined Bluesky but I've held back on commenting until now.
I will be watching what Sheen and Tennant do very closely from this point on.
If they in any way show support for Gaiman, even passively by continuing to associate with him, I will forswear them both and never engage with their works ever again.
I am sick of men not holding each other accountable. I am fucking sick of it. If Sheen and Tennant continue being friendly with this disgusting man, I will want nothing to do with the lot of them.
Quick comic to get out my FEELINGS I want to THROW UP Neil
GitHub is literally the best, what the fuck? ヾ(・ω・*)ノ
Anyhoo! This GitHub repository contains a list of tutorials that will guide you to build almost anything in web development using a range of programming language that best suits you!
Let me give you an example:
I click "Game" in the table of contents, it jumps me to the Game section. I wanna use C# so I pick a random C# game tutorial e.g. C#: Learn C# by Building a Simple RPG and it takes me to the site where someone made a whole project page with step-by-step guide to help build that game!
I find this sooooo cool! This can definitely be like a summer project thing you do when no school but you still want to keep yourself busy! I will definitely be doing that this summer ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ
Here is the link: Build Your Own X by Danistefanovic ♡
{Have a nice day and happy programming ♡}
Road help.
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
im in disbelief at the fact that a lot of folks are simply over palestine. like protests are dwindling down. people are not very interested in news related to gaza. some are simply over it.
israel hasn't let aid in gaza in 70 days. gaza has been starving for 70 days. the condition of people there is horrendous.
i find it distressing to think about children in gaza. how does one continue to have a childhood in a genocide? they don't have school. they don't have safety. they don't have food.
despite all this, the kids will be alright. they'll be alright once the genocide stops and they get back to 'normal'. till then, can we please try to support them however we can?
this fundraiser (verified) helps feed a family which includes two young children. please consider helping their mother take care of them.
donate here