I Wish There Was A Way To Completely OPT OUT Of AI. Like You Could Set Your ENTIRE Internet Browser To

I don't have a tiktok account. I don't have the app. I hate that shit, like the entire concept of it. I hate life-long beautiful and rich people posturing and desperate to be different when it looks like they live in a fucking show home. I hate the sped-up awful cover versions of decent songs in the background of every video. I hate the way it's normalized filming people in public or even in private through windows so you live your entire life with the paranoia of being filmed doing something totally innocuous like dancing at a club and posted online for the world to laugh at. I hate the filters that make you feel like shit about yourself. I hate the dances as much as I hate how much I don't have the lack of shame to do them. I hate the way children are continuously exploited for views. I hate the normalization of people in authority like teachers and doctors and nurses shaming the people who literally depend on them. I hate unfunny white men going on to make fun of women for every fucking thing women do with that damn towel on their head and trying to cover their own misogyny by saying "white women" as a pass. I hate the "reaction" stitches that accompany every fucking video as if anyone gives a shit that you're nodding into your coffee. I hate the way that all of life gets turned into a fucking aesthetic trend instead of being real with an actual personality. I hate the misinformation that gets spread. I hate the pathologization of normal human behaviors into mental disorders and the way people with legitimate disorders are getting appropriated by the clout-chasing attention whores that populate the app. Basically, I hate tiktok and what it's done to social media and honestly, living in a society in general.

I can watch no longer in silence. I must complain about you by such means as are within my reach. You’ve ripped out my soul. I am half agony, half hopeless. Tell me not that this is it, that such precious Jane Austen adaptations are gone forever. 

I offer you my screenwriting advice with a heart even more desperate than when you almost broke it with the release of the Persuasion trailer one month ago.

Dare not say that this movie is accurate, that this Anne is a stronger protagonist than her book counterpart. I have loved none but her. Pretentious I may have been, annoying and demanding I have been, but always with the film’s best interests at heart. 

The book alone has brought me to you. For it alone I sat and watched. Have you not realized this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I would not have waited even ten minutes after turning off the TV to write this, could I have mastered my own feelings, as I think you must have guessed mine. 

I can hardly type. I am in every instant recalling something which makes me want to punch a wall. You rewrote Anne as a snarky girlboss, but I can appreciate the nuance of her book counterpart when it would be lost on the Netflix execs. Too horrible, too disgusting adaptation! You do us insult, indeed. You do believe that there is not a single brain cell in your audience. Believe mine to have shriveled up and died while watching this movie, most painfully, in the brain of

-Everyone Watching

I must go, and cleanse my remaining sanity with the 1995 adaptation; but I shall return hither, to laugh at this adaptation with my friends, as soon as I can stomach it. But another sentence of clunky narration, another infuriating wink from this horrible version of Anne to the camera, will be enough to make me cancel my Netflix subscription forever.

I don't want more just enough. I don't want a luxury lifestyle just a proper decent one where I can afford basic joys like good housing and healthcare and entertainment.

I wish there was more time being spent teaching people from a young age that it is okay not to be rich.

I mean the statement, "It's okay not to be rich," seems really silly. Common sense should tell us that this is obvious. However, consumerism and materialism are on the rise. People scroll through their social media feeds and get depressed because they don't have the means to just randomly decide to take a jet to Paris, France because they "felt like it" like their favorite influencers do. And people seem to lack the capacity to realize that most of that stuff is fake anyway.

Most normal people would like to be a little more well-off for security reasons. I wouldn't mind a little more money solely because it would allow me to worry about fewer things and indulge in things here and there that I don't get to do, but I have no desire to be rich. I just don't see the appeal in it. I do not want more money than I can even hope to spend in a single lifetime. I would just like to be comfortable.

But this idea--that being rich is the absolute best thing and if you do not become rich, you're a failure--is being pushed on young people (and I think it's mostly pushed on young boys and men) and it's slowly turning brains into rot and it's depressing to see.

deleting files makes me so scared what if i Needed That

The "I can fix him" trope

Lucy Gray : NO <3

stop getting married between the ages of 18-25 like wtf are you thinking…?

Snow leopard 🐾🐾🐆🐆

Photographer Ron Conigilaro from Detroit, Michigan captured the moment.

girls really are expected to concentrate and work on a laptop when it is connected to the internet and all the shiny little images and videos that are always luring them in are right there....

do not joke about the advertisements, do not engage with the advertisements in witty fashions, do not, fucking, mention the contents of the advertisements. as soon as an advertisement enters your mind, you kill it, dont care how cute it is, take it out back and shoot it. install adblock, ublock, mute the volume, look away, turn off the monitor, cover your ears, paint over it. evolve your mind, your modality, your instincts, to disregard the stimuli of advertisements before you can even process it. whatever it takes, you do not let them win. and thats an order.