Polkadot

To have roots—and still possess the courage to pull them from the earth. Because what is a life, after all, if you remain in the same place merely because you were born there? And what is freedom if you spend your whole life running simply because you are afraid to stay?

and my dad has always been to push me away

God take my minority status and gift it to middle class white people who want it #please

I’m, in fact, a remarkably good bullshitter. I can walk into a conversation knowing approximately two lines, three cues, and a vague understanding of what the subject is supposed to be, and somehow emerge looking like I personally wrote the textbook. The trick isn’t actually knowing shit. It’s knowing 'just enough about what you don’t know' to avoid stepping directly into it. I’ll catch a few keywords, remember one suspiciously specific fact, connect it to something vaguely related, and suddenly I’m speaking with the confidence of who has spent the last six months conducting field research. Meanwhile, internally, I’m basically running on a loading screen. And the funniest part is that the more aware I am of my own bullshit, the better I become at selling it. I know exactly where my knowledge ends, so I simply stop walking there. I stay comfortably within the little territory I understand, decorate the borders with confidence, throw in a few thoughtful pauses, and let everyone else assume there’s a vast intellectual empire behind it. There probably isn’t. But they don’t know that. And apparently, knowing that they don’t know is itself a form of knowing. So there I am, explaining something I barely understand with the composure of someone who has been personally consulted by the laws of physics, while praying nobody asks the one follow-up question that requires me to actually know what I’m talking about. Competence, apparently, is sometimes just confidence wearing a convincing disguise. And mine has excellent posture.

Sometimes you should convince your ego to be comfortable with the reality that you ain't unique in any way, consume from the very common menu, and fart the same

come over and get nonverbal with me. Because that's my love language

can you match my yearn

I've a habit of calling ppl "you unsure thing" as an endearment

the type of person who will for sure stalk the music you listen to and try to figure out how you see everything based on the lyrics

"Bro called it communism because ‘I’m broke’ didn’t sound politically sophisticated enough." me questioning if I truly discovered Marx before or after my card declined 😭

Fake ass communist i saw you with an iPhone

If I run into another group of teenage boys speaking hood in public, I’m gonna use my knife

losing the right to be a victim in my own life cuz I'm too self-aware

I can't anymore. And its so sad because I remember when i used to can. I used to can so much. But now it is so out of reach. I try to can, so hard, but i just can't.

Okay, this is finally up. Not a men vs women thing, not a lecture. A lot of us live in a bubble, tech, creative, liberal spaces, where things look fine for women, but there's a mindset that follows us out of it and into our own heads. I wrote a piece to show what it's actually like to move through the world as a woman, so you feel it instead of being argued at. Including what the "man-hater" is really reacting to, because it isn't hate, even when it sounds like it. Please read the whole thing, it's one picture, and the pieces only add up together. Half of it out of context reads wrong. If you've ever been confused why women say it's still not okay when it looks fine to you, this is the walk-through. https://frostysiren.substack.com/p/on-being-seen?r=8ulkmq And if it resonates, share it with anyone you think it might reach, women who'll feel seen, and men who genuinely want to understand

Your mom was right it's the freaking phone

quarter life crisis?

its fine to settle for second best right?

when will my summer gonna start