thoughts

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

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

maybe the algorithm just wants to be seen too.

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

the internet left the tab open for a reason

screenshot your feelings before they disappear

my camera roll is just emotional weather data

post something beautiful and don’t explain it

nostalgia is the mood board memory made for itself