Google Maps Variable Walking Speed Mod

need a month off work to work on my theories

“what is the purpose of philosophy if not to find increasingly convoluted ways to call historical figures gay.” 

reading back an email i sent to my english teacher while i was having an episode and holy shit

yo? this really how we're talking about our sisters that can't break through the pressures of societal transmisogyny?

bitches have complicated feelings about me due to my inconsistent swag

Current mood:

Listening to hard rock after crying because fuck feelings I want to break shit

everything we make will be smart. we will make a smart fridge. we will make a smart tv. your dishwasher will be incredibly intelligent. it will collect your data. by this i mean monitor your every move. if you knew how much we could glean about you as a person based on internet activity alone you would throw your wifi router into the sea. everything we make is very smart. do you want a dumb tv? do you want a tv that's just a tv? do you want a tv that doesn't need wifi? die. i want to make turning your tv into a paid subscription a reality but we haven't boiled the pot long enough and i don't want to alert the frog. hey. remove that add-on on your browser. why are you blocking the ads? do you have any idea how much effort has gone into tracking your every move, your every thought verbalized by a web search, and tailoring it into an ad that you will hopefully click on? do you not care? you're being really rude. you're being abusive. turn off the ad-block. i'm going to kill you. ok fine i can't kill you. you can't watch youtube anymore. we have way more engineers. i can outsource labour all day every day and pit coders who need a livelihood - this is a nice verbal subterfuge that takes some of the bite away from survival, needing to pay rent, needing to eat - against a few people trying to escape the final culmination, that annoying ad that used to be five seconds, now will be ten seconds, i would make it last two hours if i could, trying to escape the killing blow of all my very hard work of collecting your data. you need the internet. you need email. society cant function without it. it's vital to our lives. it's a basic necessity like food. we have always had internet. we will always have internet. internet is your friend. internet is fun. why would you spend two hours at the park, or reading a good book, when you are so tired from work? wouldn't you rather unwind with some internet? wouldn't you rather endlessly scroll for two hours on the internet? you might see something interesting. don't you feel better afterwards? don't you want an algorithm to filter you into increasingly insular communities until you can't relate to others outside this curated world view? don't you want to see the world news? don't you want to fight? sorry - i mean, increase engagement? don't you want to scroll through all the world's horrors until the frenetic motionlessness exhausts you to the point you have the same empathetic fatigue as EMTs and disaster relief workers and have nothing left to give without even leaving your home? don't you want a smart tv?

“Just cause I want to fucking die doesn’t mean you should kill me and also everyone else and just cause I hate my life and it’s fucking miserable doesn’t mean you get to make it, or anyone else’s life, more so... lol.”

What I love most about Gen Z is how unbothered but simultaneously extremely bothered we are in general

“I’ll probably die in my 20s and even that is an overestimation of my lifespan. I don’t even give a fuck I just want it to be over soon”

“I stg that if you old dumbfucks do not fix the damage you did to the earth I will put hot sauce in your contact lens solution. Also just vaccinate your kid Jillian they’re probably not gonna end up autistic, you absolute idiot”

Unfriendly reminder that asses are sacred to Dionysus

one must imagine sisyphus actually pretty miserable. because he has to roll a huge rock up a hill over and over and that sounds like it would get old fast. i dont know why you would imagine him happy