literally the most laughably bleak combination imaginable
Dec 16, 2024
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MAKING PHYSICAL THE JOY THE ONES U LOST BROUGHT YOU AS WELL AS THE JOY THOSE LEFT BEHIND CREATED AND CLUNG TO ON ONE OF THE MOST FUCKED UP DAYS IMAGINABLE; AT DADDY'S BEACH CLUB WE CRIED BUT ALSO LAUGHED + JOHN QUEUED UP MARGARTIVAVILLE THE MOMENT WE WALKED IN + THE BARTENDERS STOPPED LETTING US PAY FOR DRINKS ONCE THEY FIGURED IT ALL OUT; WE ALL WALKED ONTO THE BEACH AND INTO THE OCEAN AND THE SHOES WE'D WEAR TO THE FUNERAL THE NEXT MORNING GOT COVERED IN SAND AND SALT; RYAN FOREVER
Jan 23, 2024
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rest in piece Ira, your funeral seemed really beautiful
Dec 16, 2024
my mom’s headstone is a rock with her photo package taped to it.
i am her only child and although i have a headstone picked out, i can’t bring myself to finish the job and pay for it. (plus i work in nonprofit — moneys tight friends!)
i feel like, although it’s been a year since she passed, part of me knows placing an actual headstone there would make it feel that much more real. i try not to be hard on myself about it. mostly i find grace in the fact that she would LOVE her current setup. she was ALL about anything that was free or close to it. she was the thriftiest person i will ever know. somehow she made every space beautiful, even if we didn’t have the money to decorate it.
she was the embodiment of home. and honestly, no headstone could ever do her justice.
so i suppose i will bring flowers to this laminated rock for a little bit longer.
Feb 24, 2025
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My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
Feb 23, 2025
Schedule sent my resignation email for the morning, effective immediately ✅💅
Feb 27, 2025
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I’ve been thinking about how much of social media is centered around curating our self-image. When selfies first became popular, they were dismissed as vain and vapid—a critique often rooted in misogyny—but now, the way we craft our online selves feels more like creating monuments.
We try to signal our individuality, hoping to be seen and understood, but ironically, I think this widens the gap between how others perceive us and who we really are. Instead of fostering connection, it can invite projection and misinterpretation—preconceived notions, prefab labels, and stereotypes. Worse, individuality has become branded and commodified, reducing our identities to products for others to consume.
On most platforms, validation often comes from how well you can curate and present your image—selfies, aesthetic branding, and lifestyle content tend to dominate. High engagement is tied to visibility, not necessarily depth or substance. But I think spaces like PI.FYI show that there’s another way: where connection is built on shared ideas, tastes, and interests rather than surface-level content. It’s refreshing to be part of a community that values thoughts over optics.
By sharing so few images of myself, I’ve found that it gives others room to focus on my ideas and voice. When I do share an image, it feels intentional—something that contributes to the story I want to tell rather than defining it. Sharing less allows me to express who I am beyond appearance.
For women, especially, sharing less can be a radical act in a world where the default is to objectify ourselves. It resists the pressure to center appearance, focusing instead on what truly matters: our thoughts, voices, and authenticity. I’ve posted a handful of pictures of myself in 2,500 posts because I care more about showing who I am than how I look.
In trying to be seen, are we making it harder for others to truly know us? It’s a question worth considering.
Dec 27, 2024