Thinking about this message that got sent to PostSecret in 2012:

Accept, for a moment, that this is real; that there was some guy who was maybe late for work in the WTC, saw the airplane hit, realised he actually hated his life, and saw his chance.

Anyway, I would love to read a novel about the last 25 years from the perspective of this guy.

Boobs, ass, or a more sinister third thing...

Sorry for the suspense the third thing is girlcock

Every time I'm forced by circumstance to hand-sew something, I remember a fairytale I once read. There are lead-up shenanigans as the humble protagonist helps small animals and meets the princess and all that, but in the climax, the princess rigs a contest for her hand by setting her own task: sew her a dress in a single night.

The noble suitors, who have never sewn a thing in their lives, sabotage themselves by their own ambitions: they choose difficult fabrics to work with and cut huge, elaborate patterns and select gems and pearls and beads to sew onto it, and snip such long bits of thread that they lose time detangling their stitches, and ultimately resort to pinning bits together as they run out of time, so that their offerings initially look beautiful and flashy, but when the princess tries them on they stick her with pin ends and fall apart as she moves.

The humble protagonist uses a very simple pattern without embellishments and sews using short lengths of thread (snipped off and threaded for him by little birds of course) which don't tangle and therefore save time. His dress is plain by contrast, but holds together and the princess is able to move freely in it, and so he wins the contest and her hand.

I particularly think about the bit about threading the needle with shorter lengths of thread, needing to tie off more often but avoiding tangles and thereby saving time.

I then ignore that piece of wisdom passed down through who knows how many years and proceed to cut the longest damn length of thread I can manage because I hate tying off beginning or ending knots and I will not subject myself to more of that even if it does mean more tangles along the way.

"and I get to what, fuck the dog?" Going right into the lexicon as a phrase I cannot use ever in front of people

For context

how to tell mutual hey i think ur really cool we should talk more but like also im bad at talking and am always exhausted

Where's that tweet about people still living long fulfilling lives even through the fall of the roman empire because I think about it constantly

the next day after exerting myself too much because i felt good for once

why can rockstar games institutionalise you for life like nikita kruschev for being autistic

He didn't steal 10 million dollars. They made that number up as a loss, they never fucking had it. Rockstar has spent more than a billion fucking dollars on GTA VI and will likely make billions more when it gets released.

Uber is a fucking shell game of a company designed to leech investor capital and output bootleg cabs.

Nvidia posted a profit in 2023 of $4.37 billion. This is like someone stealing less than a penny from me.

And they lock this kid in a prison hospital for LIFE?

Capitalism is disgusting.

Nobody should buy GTA til they free Arion Kurtaj

he didn't even get to stand *trial*. because he's autistic. he's in an institution for life for hacking while autistic, without trial.

hey yall remember this

my new years resolution is 480x640. Gettig smaller