Sierra M. Stewart

100% me in high school. No regrets.

I just bought a bunch of coloring books for adults. Self care is *totally* about the vibes.

It's time to admit that I'm the guy behind chatgpt, it's a lot of typing and I'm very tired

I feel this on a spiritual level. Potentially also neurological, but we’ll deal with that later…

This episode of The Apprentice sucks.

A fixture in a hotel bathroom, three of the bulbs are very warm color temperature, one is very cool. There is a cowhide and brass tack trimmed wooden mirror frame below. Intriguing.

Hello, Front Desk? This is gonna sound really high-maintenance...

object permanence must be so rad, tell me what it's like to not have 4 jars of horseradish in your fridge

My one regret about not having children is never getting to experience them coming home and asking if I’ve heard of Radiohead

can’t or won’t believe it’s not butter, brenda

Misery loves company. Especially when they arrive bearing a fine assortment of meats and cheeses.

remember this morning? that was one month ago

Underwater photography in 20,000 LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA (1916).

Underwater scenes had been popular since the 1890s but had been achieved via sets, props and even shooting through a water tank. This film was properly in the ocean.

therapist: pick your battles

me: okay gettysburg

Nonprofit droid named 501(c)(3)PO

It’s Always the Other Side That’s Been Brainwashed What talk of brainwashing helps us not to talk about.

The most disturbing possibility isn’t that millions have been brainwashed. It’s that they haven’t.

monday now rebranded to a friendlier "tuesday eve"

Honestly, me too.

do you ever get the feeling you’re being stalked by a hobby you don’t yet participate in

Monochrome photograph featuring a close-up of the crossed legs of a sitting woman, with dirty worn sandles and stockings with a hole which has been roughly mended

Mended Stockings, 1934 by US photographer Dorothea Lange, who brought the human cost of the Great Depression to the world #WomensArt

𝘗𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘯 is my favorite song about a cruel experiment resulting in a hybrid human/keyboard monster.

Everybody romanticizing about the heyday of American manufacturing needs to carefully listen to one (1) Bruce Springsteen song.

Unclenching isn’t enough, I need to remove my jaw and wring it out like a towel.

Not to get political but I am tired

Little girl before and after school.

My 401k Monday and Today.

For a hot second I genuinely wondered if there was a Mussolini still around named Mango.

weekend stream of consciousness skeeting is only marginally less pessimistic than weekdays. must be these unprecedented times.

Siri, tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies