What if the internet felt more like cute book stores and cozy cafes rather than sales people interrupting you while you talk to your friends?

currently obsessed with unpacking the transition between “social networking” to “social media”.

while jj is low-key value, i will say it’s seriously impressive how they can consistently take a decently roasted single-origin coffee bean and make it taste like warm, wet cigarette juice.

find your landlord, shred their will and sharpen your guillotine. stabailize that rent.

allegedly.

today’s current get-off-my-lawn take is that a hand blaster should not be allowed to be someone’s first tattoo. this is my hill and i will die on it if i want to.

have we started caring less about our world and the care of it because we spend most of time mentally online?