I Haven't Reached That Milestone Yet. I'll Keep Going!🙏

or this one.

my love life as a song

Scientists have just discovered some rocks at the bottom of the ocean can make oxygen... and they do it in complete darkness!

These aren’t magic stones, they’re polymetallic nodules, potato-sized metal lumps packed with manganese, cobalt, and nickel.

But here’s the twist; when seawater flows over their surfaces, they generate tiny electric currents that can split water molecules into hydrogen and oxygen. No sunlight, no photosynthesis, just deep-sea chemistry creating breathable gas in the pitch black.

This “dark oxygen” could explain how deep-sea creatures survive in low-oxygen zones far from the surface. What's even wilder is that if this can happen on Earth, it could be happening right now in the hidden oceans of Europa or Enceladus, two icy moons that scientists think might host alien life.

I am an amalgamation of the experiences I have lived, heard, seen, and read.

my love life as a song

WE NOW HAVE A CAT!🎉🎉✨🥳🌈✨🙏

does it hurt to not scroll?

yes, yes it does.

how? in what sense? can you die from it?

i stabbed a book with a bleeding pen. it's ink splattered on my clothes.

i tore the pages with the sharp tip of the writing tool and cut through letters i once wrote.

i tore off a page filled with senseless shit and burned it in the daylight.

the burning flame that seeped from the lighter was dimmer than the sun shining bright. i could not see it.

i thought the tool was broken so i stopped and decided to take a shower.

whilst doing so i pondered. i imagined the lighter i threw away burning up in flames inside the trash bin lighting the house on fire.

yes. yes it does.

I love when you go on a date with someone and you’re like. well that was neither wonderful nor horrendous. You seem Fine. I’m sure if this was the 18th century and we were gentry arranged married to secure our fathers respective land interests we would care for each other in our way. you would buy me nice horses that I really had no interest in but would admire how gentle you were with them and when I died in labor during my third pregnancy you would tell our surviving heirs that their mother was a handsome woman who never drank too much and embarrassed herself in company

ꨄ︎ Do not be afraid of being successful ༉‧₊˚.

It's illogical, why are you afraid of having your desires?

You dream, you manifest, you reach toward the life you desire. Yet when it stands before you, you hesitate. Why does success feel like an unfamiliar weight, something foreign, something unearned?

You have been conditioned to believe that struggle is a prerequisite for worth, that suffering is a rite of passage, that you must crawl before you walk and bleed before you bloom. But tell me, who decided this? Who told you that you must burn to learn? That ease is unnatural? That success must be a battle rather than a birthright?

Society has shackled you with the belief that you must work for your dreams, that you must prove yourself before you can receive. That if something comes easily, it must not be real. But reality is not bound by these outdated rules. You are not bound by them either.

It’s illogical.

It is your duty to break free from these illusions. To unlearn the lies that tell you success must be chased, fought for, earned. Your desires are not rewards for suffering. They are not distant treasures at the end of a long, winding road. They are already yours. They have always been yours.

So stop running from them. Stop resisting what was always meant to be. Stop waiting for permission to live the life you desire. You were not meant to struggle. You were meant to thrive.

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