in 2003 my mother staged a photoshoot with me in the front lawn on our cul de sac so she could take pics of the aftermath of a domestic kerfuffle that ended with a wife throwing her husband's things out on their lawn (and later burning them)
There’s something dystopian about Twitter personalities discussing the demise of Twitter on Twitter. It’s like reporting the sinking of the Titanic from the ship itself
Been seeing a lot of “1/x 🧵” lately, which I refuse to read out of respect for the character limitation that is essential to this platform. Take your rants to Facebook if you must, and may the comment section have mercy on your soul