flora

i love the strava AI feature bc you can do the most grueling run youve ever done in your life and its shitty little summary will be like "you did decently and kept a comfortable pace :D" okay why not just tell me to kill myself

but also: buongiorno

their explanation was that its virtually impossible to distinguish southern italian dna from north african / mediterranean / western asian because our ancestors really been fucking nasty style. for thousands of years. which makes sense i guess

got an email from the dna company where i submitted my dna 10 years ago that they "updated my ancestry results" and they are now saying that half of my arabic dna is "southern italian." okay

me every January: why do i suddenly feel like life is not worth living omg

save me chewable vitamin D gummies

i feel like theres a crucial level of nuance possible in between "i support the iranian protests bc i love imperialism and want all regimes to be friends with the usa" and "i support the right of the iranian regime to heavily oppress people because this particular religious dictatorship is anti-usa"

we're supposed to feel for this character as hes like "i cant believe the hockey player is into me." well i can. yall look like twins and are equally buff. like why am i watching a yassified charlie kirk on steroids "struggle"

that character needed to be a skinnyfat twink. hes a struggling artist working as a smoothie barista. why does he apparently powerlift five times a week. bffr

heated rivalry ep3 was extremely funny bc they introduce a "normal" person for one of the ripped hockey guys to fall in love with but the "normal" person is also extremely unrealistically ripped twilight new moon werewolf style. like

Am i alone in thinking Berghain is low key the worst track off lux like

displaying a bodhisattva-esque level of self control in not posting my strava runs to instagram stories, knowing that it will make several hundred people want to kill me with hammers

wait i misread this. IN HIS MUSTACHE?

sorry

how i feel knowing i have never asked ChatGTP to write me an email

leaving some unanswered emails unclicked forever. stinking up my inbox. shameful reminders of a shadowy past

the disconnect between me and people my age who use communication apps for communication without trying to be funny in every message

>making filter coffee at home
>its good
>thank you filter coffee

starting to think playing Pokémon Legends Z-A for 3 hours before going to bed was a bad idea. on account of the nonstop nightmares of me being chased by giant crocodiles

love how energy providers get to be like HEY YOU NEED TO STAY HOME ALL MORNING CUZ WE’RE SENDING A MAINTENANCE GUY AND ITS OBLIGATORY and then they just ask to reschedule after you wake up at 7 and await them for 5 hours

i have to be honest. i do think labubus are actually kind of cute

33 degrees celsius in a northern european city is just idiotic. theres no other word for it sorry. yay wildfires and people cooking to death on their asphalt terraces. lets drill for more oil maybe <3

What I Need is to have an old arabic man say some shit like yalla baba at me and give me Extremely Sugary tea that makes my Teeth fall out

stuck at Gare Lille Europe while the TGV train keeps adding +5 delay every few minutes and somewhere, somehow, a muffled Rosalía song permeates the structure, rhythmic drum beats clearly audible over the robotic voice announcements

its npbfag nicole honey oh you know me

went home to my family to "relax" and enjoy not having deadlines and promptly spent 2 days making an excel sheet listing all the trees in their backyard. maybe i have a disease of some sort

still thinking about the australian guy that got stuck on a chilean airport because chatgtp told him he didnt need a visa

like i feel like sum of my peers are living such hedonistic lifestyles just spending everything on fashion and fun vacations and im so jealous of it rn bc im like. mysavings.. #mysavings

acting like im broke when im actually saving every penny so i can buy a house and be taken seriously for once in my life

in wigan its as good as gravy