Some women don’t flirt with people. They flirt with life. Extra twenty minutes at the café. Fresh flowers for no reason. Music while getting dressed. Taking the scenic way because the sky looks good. There’s a little romance happening between her and being alive.
I saw a post on Reddit today about AI that said, “AI is data, and data can only look backwards. Creativity looks forwards.” And I genuinely need to sit with the weight of that for a while.
Me encantó leer a alguien decir que debería existir el opuesto del suicidio: una palabra para describir ese momento en el que una persona decide, de forma abrupta, empezar a vivir.
muitos dos meus amigos pararam de usar twitter e eu ainda estou aqui me sinto no front da festa eletrônica as 7 da manhã o sol espancando eu me recusando a ir embora só mais um tuíte e vou