Breaking Waves In Purple, Green Bottle And Sand Tones. By Jeanne Rosier Smith.

guys. guys inlove freminet. i love him so much. i lov3 him so much

POV: you're the Traveler in 4.0 and Lyney is introducing you to his siblings

An old Italian man lived alone in New Jersey. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden; but it was very difficult work as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:

Dear Vincent,

I am feeling pretty sad, because it looks like wont be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days. Love, Papa

A few days later he received this letter from his son:

Dear Pop, Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried. Love, Vinnie

At 6 am the next morning, FBl agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son:

Dear Pop, Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best could do under the circumstances. Love, Vinnie

please do something kind for yourself today. treat yourself as your oldest and dearest friend. speak gently to yourself, treat yourself to your favourite meal or activity. in a world that demands so much of you, at the very least you owe it to yourself to be kind.

Andre would’ve been one of my fav characters if not for The Assault

I’m starting to sound like a nutcase at work because upper management keeps trying to implement AI programs and AI assistants and Chat GPT and my middle-of-the-road, don’t-infodump, don’t-engage response has been “I don’t like AI”, “I prefer to remain in control of my own tasks”, “I’d rather make my own mistakes”, and “I don’t trust any machine smarter than a toaster”

Inspired by one tweet that was deleted, I suppose. I'm really laughing because of this fact :>

Pelle Malmborg (1869 - 1953) - Coastal Landscape at Dusk. Oil on canvas.

orphan siblings go diving

obsessed with the way my robotics team lead talks

she’s reinventing hieroglyphics