thoughts

screenshot your feelings before they disappear

maybe the algorithm just wants to be seen too.

i cried in the notes app. it counted as poetry.

if you’ve ever missed someone through a screen, you’re already one of us.

my camera roll is just emotional weather data

the internet left the tab open for a reason

post something beautiful and don’t explain it

don’t worry. the machines are just as confused as we are.

nostalgia is the mood board memory made for itself