Let this be the profile pic Palantir programs into OpenAI’s search and destroy mission carried out by Anduril Drones when they find my deleted cache of Luigi Mangione fan fic.
Militia 2008-present. I’m still here. Before I started breakdancing, I could feel the movements when I watched it. It was like mirror-touch synesthesia. 🪞beginning was difficult and painful and humbled my ego, but I knew it would be a death bed regret if I didn’t do it. ❣️♥️ Every time I battled it was more about battling my anxiety and doubt rather than the other person. 🧠I love hip hop so fucking much goddamn 🤓
Blackburnian Warbler, Bay Breasted Warbler, Chestnut-sided Warbler, American Redstart Male & Female, Western Wood Pee Wee, Blackthroated Green Warbler, Black and White Warbler, Philadelphia Vireo. @ High Island, Texas
Julio’s first picture was taken on a flip phone. He’s seen 5 presidents but unfortunately didn’t make it to witness the revolution. He was gigantic. I googled “are gray tabbys close relatives of wild cats”, several times. My vet said his teeth were as big as dog’s teeth and examining him meant dropping him off at 7am, they would place him in a dark room, and then surprise inject him with a strong sedative. Everyone was terrified of Julio but they couldn’t help themselves and would try to get a pet in. I warned them but it was too tempting. His gray sleek fur was so soft. Now they all have scars to remember him by. I wasn’t sure if he liked me for the first ten years, but looking back at my photos, he only had crazy eyes for me. He slept next to my head every night except for these last few weeks when he tried to return to the earth outside. He left with his head in my hands. What a beast. We were lucky to have each other for so long.
