Born to be an abstract concept, forced to be a perceivable being

moon rust 😍

Es el momento perfecto para que los niños vuelvan a querer ser astronautas y no influencers.

Idk if this was a good idea or not, but I applied for a full-time preschool teacher position yesterday. Maybe I really am entering my ~weird teacher~ era

I started connecting with a couple local glass artists and I think I’m finally finding my people

I just read that women in their 40’s are just becoming who they were when they were 16 except this time they love her. And I cannot stop thinking about this.

not like I vacation, but when I do I never come back refreshed. I always feel like I need a vacation from the vacation

a night to myself means no-dish dinner and all the snacky snacks I want.

my kid this morning is singing “Scooby dooby doo, where are you, we got to install microwave ovens, you yoyo”

every time I think I’ll put the care and effort into a curly girl hairstyle, I remember the 2000s are in so I flat iron it wet instead

Yardwork is underrated therapy.

A psychologist recently explained something interesting why 90s kids developed different thinking patterns than Gen Z, largely because of games. Back then, no autosaves, no hints, just three lives. Games like Super Mario Bros. and Prince of Persia taught: fail, restart, keep

How to do episodic content (for ads or organic) the right way: 1. Select characters who naturally have a good dichotomy you can work with. 2. Set them up in a challenging environment. 3. Let them go to town. 😆

nobody understands the bond between a girl and the emo bands she listened to when she was 12

I thought this card box was cool, so I bought it. I went to take the pencils out bc the blue one was busted, but the pink one won’t come out! It’s perfectly sharp & I’m convinced glued in place. I think there’s a little joke here from a husband who always kept the score 🥺

My phone has been making me so uncomfortable lately. This weird anxiety came on kinda slowly, but now I can’t stop covering my front-facing camera whenever I pick up my phone. I catch myself angling it away from my face, like it’s contaminated, or feels like a trap.

The 2000s were the opposite of brain rot. We were coding our MySpace profiles, jailbreaking iPhones, and pirating music on limewire for our mp3s.