Void

You say no order despite them being in numerical order ☝️🤓

The End of Esme

original artist who drew this ralsei: @/PixelatedEngie (Twitter) #ralsei

draw the metal boy

a cat is standing next to a toilet in a bathroom next to a litter box . ALT: a cat is standing next to a toilet in a bathroom next to a litter box .

You can submit clips here now‼️‼️

Now that I’ve posted everything in the queue I feel good opening clips to be submitted here

original artist who drew this ralsei: gerdew.art (BS) #ralsei

Thirsty

fastest mute in history

January

I CAN'T STOP WINNING!!!!!🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Hello, It’s a special edition of We’re Here. I’m trying to get my head on straight right now, which I’m sure is the case for you. I remember realizing after the assassination attempt that there was a rationality to my scrolling…I felt like my picture of the future was no longer relevant, and I desperately wanted to have my new one put in place. Of course, scrolling in the hours after a big event doesn’t tend to provide that relief, but it makes sense that I wouldn’t know what else to do. Today, I see people scrolling for similar reasons. Those of us who did not want a second Trump term (it’s a very large majority, but if that’s not you, I’m still glad you like the newsletter) are trying to figure out a bunch of things at the same time: How exactly did this happen? Who should we blame? (whether voters or strategy or candidate or party) What do we do now? I am not a political scientist, so I cannot answer those first two questions for you. I’m sure there will be plenty of interesting analysis coming out of all of the people who think about this stuff for a living and we will never know exactly who was right. But I do have a couple of suggestions for the third thing. First, I’d ask that we all accept that it is normal to mourn an imagined future. I have had this feeling many times in my life, and it is never nice. So, grieve. That is human. Second, do things. I don’t know what those things are, but do things. This morning Katherine said to me, “The trees and the sky and the squirrels and the stars just go on, and that’s what we’ll do.” This reminded me of this bit of an essay on living under the shadow of nuclear war written by C.S. Lewis: “If we are all going to be destroyed by an atomic bomb, let that bomb when it comes find us doing sensible and human things praying, working, teaching, reading, listening to music, bathing the children, playing tennis, chatting to our friends over a pint and a game of darts—not huddled together like frightened sheep and thinking abou…

From todays’s extra edition of “We’re Here”: