kait. 23. she/they. okay ladies, up we get, no more crouching, no more sobbing.
You are going to laugh until your stomach hurts again. You’re going to be in awe of a sunset. Watch your favorite show while you eat your favorite food. Find money on the street. Discover a great band you haven’t heard of before. You will find your way back.
If I was a sim I would go on simblr and reblog simscourse posts like “smarp floopie in zul weanow” and send my simutual a funny post which is just a picture of a duck with a smiley face icon next to it and then I would log off and die on the floor
“Think of the two major possibilities here: Either the studios owe untold millions to their talents and paying it out will decimate their stock prices, or they owe so little because there really is no money in streaming and the bubble of their entire 21st century business model will burst in spectacular fashion. And make no mistake: this is a bubble. This is the inevitable climax of a stockholder-driven hunger for infinite growth, despite the fact that, by design, such a thing cannot and should not exist. The infection of Wall Street has overwhelmed the entertainment industry beyond repair, leading to cultural vandals like David Zaslav to be appointed with the callous duty of strip-mining decades’ of artistic beauty for pennies of tax write-offs. The past and future are frivolous in comparison to the short-term demands that the line keep going up.”
Marilyn Monroe photographed by George Barris on the Will Rogers State Beach in Santa Monica, July 1962.
i’m the commentator not paying attention to the game and gossiping about simon and garfunkel instead
