thoughts

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

nostalgia is the mood board memory made for itself

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

screenshot your feelings before they disappear

my camera roll is just emotional weather data

post something beautiful and don’t explain it

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

the internet left the tab open for a reason

maybe the algorithm just wants to be seen too.