Good Things Will Happen 🧿

The defunctland video was great and all but the bit that's sticking with me is when they talked about how they would covertly get children interested in fish a whole year before any finding nemo advertising so the film would be more popular. And he went "that's pretty sinister actually" and she just said "Yeah! :)"

there is something so darkly comical about tumblr potentially outliving twitter

tumblr, which is held together with duct tape and madness, run by three raccoons in blood stained Yahoo! hats and a handful of crabs, its only discernible source of income the sale of shoelaces from an inside joke so inside no one knows the original source anymore and fake blue checkmarks... that website still lives on

truly the cockroach of social media and I love it for that

Unstable

15.07 UTC+3

You wake up in the air.

You wake up on the last row.

You wake up with an ebook in your hand.

In general, you feel this trip like a distant memory. Separated from you. Even though its hard to recall the conditions so good if you have never experienced them. Wide aisles. Two-courses lunch. Indian half of the plane. Transit. Knees don't abut. Food on specific plates. Metall silverware.

3 hours 15 minutes left. 76% of the phone charge. The stewardess puts a glass of coxe on the table. Not a "cup", but a "glass". We took off two-minutes-to-hour ago.

Look back on the page of Fight Club just to see that the guy's flat exploded during the lunch. Book's in Englsih. As if I'm not fed up with the language after my school year. As if I'm not sick of it. Nervous nausea starts to lighten for the first time in four days.

You wake up on the ground.

You wake up in your bad.

You wake up with knot of hysteria in your stomach

Dad's watching second volume of Deadpool one seat aside from me. Outside it's -52.5° Celsius. I haven't learnt all the Fahrenheit, feet, pounds and value added for goods, which, depending on the state, ranges from 10 to 15 per cent of the price indicated on the price tag (excluding essential products and food in general). Mother's watching a something with Kate Blanchett. After all everything I've heard involuntarily about this actress I got sick after one mention of her.

I haven't slept well since the beginning of the exam week. It's 16 nights. I wake up every threeto four hours and can't calm myself for a long time. Critically insufficient for an organism in stress. Two hours fifty-eight minutes left till the first landing. "The duration of the flight is 4 hours 10 minutes". The Transatlantic twice longer. Girl in front of me is watching "Frozen 2" on Turkish with English subtitles. I worry about Elsa.

You wake up in a liminal space with no time or geotag.

It's 5 am in LA. Means that it's past eight at Godmother's. Good morning, you sleeping beauty! Screen in front of me shows that right now, 15.25 UTC+3, Mecca is on the left if one needs to address. Sore eyes -- adding the on-board-one, there were about five hours if sleep.

You fall asleep in the air.

You fall asleep on the last row.

You fall asleep with an ebook in your hand.

It's alright but then "friend, please" by Twenty one pilots (2009) strikes back

themes commonly found in international friendships

- ‘u dont have (insert food/music/restaurant here) over there??’ - ‘wait what time is it. shouldnt u be asleep’ - alternatively: timezoned/clockblocked again - ‘do u need a hug. have a virtual hug’ - weird slang terms - ‘i will fight everyone thats mean to u. i will fight them rn’ - vague embarrassment regarding ur accent - ‘dont maKE ME COME OVER THERE’ - ‘oh yeah i have a friend who lives in (insert country here) and apparently’ - no real hugs :(( - suffering - fahrenheit vs celsius - the measuring of things in feet fucks one of u up, probably

As for me ? I like the eyes 🖤👁

“I am almost never serious, and I'm always too serious. Too deep, too shalow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I'm like a collection of paradoxes.”

–unknown