#but it's just sooo frustrating

[swagging-back-to]

after buying FOUR SEPARATE mouse wheels i can confidently give my recommendations

ive bought a 10 inch silent spinner

6.5 inch silent spinner

8.5 inch comfort wheel

and an 8.5 busacate wheel

the ten inch was too large and heavy for my mice to even turn it a little bit. it has not been used once and i cannot return it bc amazon is a fucking asshole

the 6.5 inch was incredible for noise and they all loved it, but it caused major wheel tail in all my girlies.

the 8.5 inch comfort wheel is perfect in size, but it is insanely fucking loud. like. unbelievably loud. as in you can hear it all the way across the house. it squeaks unbelievably bad even after i oiled it and it rattles worse than a goddamm freight train. even the tiniest movement causes loud rattling, not because of it hitting the glass but because the wheel and stand attachment is shitty.

and finally, i just purchased a busacate (idk how to spell it tbh) 8.5in. out of all four wheels it's the only one that is completely clear and doesnt have any noxious colors. it's also the only one with height adjustment, which is an absolute must if you have mice that love to bury everything.

Every review so far says it's extremely quiet and produces no noise at all. id honestly take anything at this point lol

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[leclercskiesahead]

Austin hat workshop

from sf app

[maria-ruta]

I'm having a bad mood today

Would you draw my blorbo for me please?

[koszmarnybudyn]

The kids will some day be fine.

Cw. Blood on the second picture:

[whenfatecollides]

been exercising consistently for a month now (4 times a week) and I hate to admit that my energy levels really have improved so much 🧍‍♀️

[realtapiocafan]

🥺 i just let out the softest whimper

[butchvamp]

i had time to play a decent amount today and actually further the main quest & companion quests and. i dont have anything eloquent to say this time and im not feeling generous anymore... taash's writing sucks dogshit

[our-inspire-verse]

I just feel like people don't get me.

"oh he groomed her" "oh her life was so terrible" "she was trapped until he died and it freed her"

Do you guys forget he was my dad? He loved me with everything he had and still does and would do anything EVER for me. He would always protect me and never ever hurt me or lie to me. He never lied

How could you look at Silco and not see the absolute love of my life? How could you see what he's done for me and not see anything but love and dedication and loyalty? If anything, I wasn't a good daughter to Him.

[bikefuckersoftheworldunite]

Jerez 2005 post race press conference

[demonstars]

Dream begging the universe for George to like Florida but when he felt like it didn't happen he was trying his best to let it go

[transmechanicus]

Really fucked up that two ppl can care about each other and make their best efforts to communicate and still end up hurting each other so badly they cannot stand to be in the same room.

[polin-erospsyche]

So either we are all clowns or Bridgerton is a joke. Either way that horse interrupting them has become my enemy number one and my villain origin story

[secretly-larry-daley]

Watching everyone re-reading the Great Gatsby for some kind of clue for the website, meanwhile I re-read the book for homoerotic subtext….

But also for some kind of clue of what the fuck is going on in that website.

[waltzing-rats]

Man so i was outta town and yet the grind never stopped!! (Click for better quality)

[amygdalae]

still trying to beat owl in sekiro. im making more progress. ive gotten him to phase 2 twice. ive just gotta be more patient and take my attack openings where i can without getting greedy

im trapped in hell with grandpap