a bus every 6-7 minutes is the entire secret of good transit. no schedule, no app, you just show up. the kids have been screaming the answer at us for over a year. six seveeen. headways. they're talking about headways
when something unlucky happens to your magical-thinking prone friend who is already unkind to themself and youre like fuuuck please don't internalise this
tbh every time I kill a cockroach with violent force based on nothing other than a sensation of visceral disgust I am disturbed by the fascistic possibilities that lurk within my own heart and i’m not joking :-// the jainists are right probably
In fiction evil is often written to have depth and complexity while good is written to be simple and boring. But in real life evil is boring and predictable while good is complex and unique every single time.
when i get anxious for no reason i know it’s because my parallel in another dimension is engaging in a skirmish of some sort. i channel my energy in these moments to give him the fortitude to be victorious