I think about this often:

And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made

@thepressbox.bsky.social I can think of at least one example of “loudly” deleting old tweets:

I believe in a promised land

This sounds so stupid but I saw this on the bus and I just started sobbing:

I wrote this on the anniversary of D-Day a couple years ago and it somehow seems quaint.

I always come back to this meme

Sydney Sweeney’s agent: do you want to do a jeans ad? Sydney Sweeney: Sure! Sydney Sweeney rn:

Words to live by (Spokane, Washington - Riverfront Park)

Every time a qualified black person wants a job:

RIP to a singular artist, in every sense of the word, who loved the act of creation and the human condition, in all of what that could mean.

America rn

Me any time someone has the temerity to suggest that RETURN OF THE KING should not have won Best Picture (particularly when the film being pushed is MYSTIC RIVER)

Counterpoint

This pretty much lives rent free in my head:

I think about this (from the editor of the Cleveland Plain Dealer) every single day:

I am so tired of mass shootings. So tired of being afraid of them, so tired of crying every time I hear about one. Bone tired. Furious. Demoralized. There is nowhere, in this conception of the world, that is safe. Not a church, not a school, not a synagogue, not a courthouse. Nowhere. 1/x