Another Year, Another Group Of My Delightful Ninth Graders Trying To Spell The Word "tragedy" For Their

Ok I’m tired of these nails now

I’m not talking unless you’re giving me land and at least $3000 every week.

Omg white point has been my enemy on screens

I just cracked a random bone in my neck and ut was very scary and weird

religious people are too inner. since I’ve found God for myself and been really in touch with this life and faith ting, I’ve had many instances of having to prove my faith to the public eye. isn’t my words enough? but it’s so funny because people who I meet and have conversations with in person can see the depth of my relationship with God besides the Christians who have to flaunt their love to the world by singing praises the loudest they can so the whole world can hear them and only and always talking about Jesus. give it a rest. Leave me alone.

Made a new tropical smoothie today with pineapples mangoes strawberries n carrots just so I can use the new flaxseeds I bought today and I was very nervous to try it because of how overpowering the carrots mights be and it actually tastes really good and I can barely tastes the carrots but the texture of it is really pissing me off but it’s fine, it’s just coz I’m not sipping through a straw.

What if the entire context of using smartphones and social media apps did not survive a huge catastrophe and all that was left was the physical objects and their symbols and the future people were forming poetic narratives about our use of them and there was one school of thought that argued that we worshipped the phones and there was another that argued that the phones were the means for which worship was carried out. And this thing that is so mundane to us now, like checking our phone when we're anxious or upset, through time, is morphed into a narrative similar to how we think of ancient people turning to the gods when they needed comfort during sickness or struggle. Imagine an art history student a kajillion years ahead saying "They loved the phones, they turned to the phones when they were in need, but the phoned did not change their reality, only their experience of reality, much like the gods of today"

On the phone listening to my mum complaining about how useless and lazy we are