You found someone else
And you're sending, sending me away
Oh, I hate so badly but I know
I know I can't stay
You tell me that I must go
I'll try to understand
Well, I'm gonna leave you
And I'm gonna hurry just
Just as slow as I can
6d ago
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Apr 23, 2024
Maybe I
Lost my mind
No one noticed
No one noticed
It's getting old (I'd kinda like it if you'd call me)
All alone ('cause I'm so over bein' lonely)
May have lost it (I need virtual connection)
I have lost it (be my video obsession)
No one tried
To read my eyes
No one but you
Wish it weren't true
Maybe I (I'd kinda like it if you'd call me)
It's not right ('cause I'm so over being lonely)
Make you mine (I need virtual connection)
Take our time (be my video obsession)
Come on, don't leave me it can't be that easy, babe
If you believe me I guess I'll get on a plane
Fly to your city excited to see your face
Hold me, console me and then I'll leave without a trace
Come on, don't leave me it can't be that easy, babe
If you believe me I guess I'll get on a plane
Fly to your city excited to see your face
Hold me, console me, then I'll leave without a trace
Come on, don't leave me it can't be that easy, babe
If you believe me I guess I'll get on a plane
Fly to your city excited to see your face
Hold me, console me and then I'll leave without a trace (maybe I)
Come on, don't leave me it can't be that easy, babe (it's not right)
If you believe me I guess I'll get on a plane (make you mine)
Fly to your city excited to see your face (take our time)
Hold me, console me and then I'll leave without a trace
Nov 24, 2024
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I've got no fire inside of me
Can't be the man I try to be
Oh, Mr. Lonesome hanging round
Don't wanna see nobody
Don't wanna be nobody
Oh, Mr Lonesome got me down
He makes me leave the party
When folks are laughin' hearty
Happiness is one thing he can't stand
Nobody wants or needs me
I go just where he leads me
Oh, Mr. Lonesome got my hand
And so my whole life over
Each day is like the other
But still if my one wish could be
If that old chain that binds me
Breaks when true love finds me
And Mr. Lonesome sets me free
Oh, Mr. Lonesome got me down
Sep 19, 2024
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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