More than two-thirds of the Palestinians proposed for release by Israel under the truce have not been convicted of any crimes. Most were arrested as children. interc.pt/47q6gaO by jeremy scahill interc.pt/47q6gaO

this is so dystopian. my god

there are just no words to describe this

For 5hrs IDF snipers shot at any medical worker who tried to reach him. Al-Jazeera ran a live timer of how long he was fighting for his life. The Israelis knew he was a journalist & those trying to save him were medics. They knew the world would know. Where total impunity leads

This fills me with such revulsion toward myself, toward my place in the nation enabling this genocide.

bombing archaeological sites and libraries, murdering doctors and teachers and the elderly and children and everyone in between, targeting journalists—israel is trying to wipe out gaza’s past, present, and future.

Realizing that posting online is integral to my mental health has been a uniquely embarrassing stage in my personal development

Eric Adams embodies all the traits of a perfect American mayor. He should be given an arts endowment for the way he behaves

I see at least one cybertruck a day in Los Angeles and it’s making me want to start driving again so i can have road rage incidents with them

Maybe spending a whole year smoking weed instead of going out and listening exclusively to audiobooks about mountaineering accidents gave me some kind of monastic power. Maybe I have special insight into the human condition. Maybe I can manifest orbs.

Last night I would have given megalopolis two stars but on waking up today I realized I would give it three. Tomorrow it might be my favorite movie. The day after that I’ll have a brain aneurysm and die

Megalopolis closes indefinitely after too many people go there just to jump off the top

what is the point of hoarding power and money if it doesn’t prevent you from wanting 13 year olds to think you’re cool

am I supposed to think the new penguin is not extremely hot and sexy? fuck off

Scrolling through this website with my Howard Hughes fingernails, reading the tweets aloud to my bottles of piss, enjoying “me time” and “having the apartment to myself” the exact same way i always do (becoming another degree more offputting)

Should I buy a banjo or should I address any of my life’s various situations

I don’t like it that dry bean packaging tells you to check the beans for rocks. How am I supposed to know the difference? What am I, a doctor

The internet is no longer my home. Where am I supposed to post about being broke, ugly, depressed, and unemployed. Not here, where it’ll show up between an ad for meat pills and an atrocity.