Party at my place.

757 Hampton roads all welcome.

Gps Langley AFB.

Hit me up if you want free food music and social interaction.

🧡🫂💜🔱

My son came up to me and asked “why do you like your phone so much? Because you’re an adult?”

Made me feel terrible for looking at this damn thing so much and setting a bad example.

Also sad to realize that he’ll probably be doing the same unless we build options to turn off addictive functionality.

I need to do better.

NIP01

. . . the threads, the wisps

Do you remember?

/and thanks

. . . into the light

Sasha found herself tumbling. Her descent into this strange world was a chaotic whirlwind of sensations.

Colors blurred and twisted around her, creating a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues. She clutched at her dress, feeling the fabric slide between her fingers like liquid silk.

As she tumbled through this fantastical tunnel, Sasha's mind raced with thoughts of time and space. It was as if the laws of reality had unraveled, and she was free-falling through the very fabric of existence itself.

She couldn't help but wonder how time and space were intertwined, like threads in a cosmic tapestry. Were they separate entities, or were they one and the same?

Amidst her ponderings, Sasha became acutely aware of a whispering wind that seemed to carry voices from distant galaxies.

It caressed her skin with a gentle touch, sending shivers of excitement down her spine. Her surroundings shifted again, and she found herself in a wondrous meadow.

The grass beneath her bare feet felt cool and alive, and the scent of wildflowers filled the air.

Sasha stood up, brushing off her dress, and looked around. "Where am I?" she wondered aloud, her voice carrying a musical quality that harmonized with the song of the meadow.

A soft, melodious voice responded, "You are in a place beyond time and space, dear Sasha. A realm where dreams and reality dance together."

Sasha turned, her eyes widening in surprise. Before her stood a figure cloaked in a robe of shifting colors, their face obscured by a radiant aura. She couldn't discern if this was a dream or a waking reality.

"Who are you?" Sasha asked, her heart pounding.

The figure chuckled, the sound like tinkling wind chimes. "I am the Keeper of Wonders, Sasha. I guide those who dare to explore the mysteries of this realm."

Sasha's curiosity overcame her apprehension. "Tell me, Keeper, how do time and space connect here? Are they intertwined, or are they separate like the world I came from?"

The Keeper gestured to the horizon where the sun and moon coexisted in the sky.

"In this place, time and space are like two dancers in an eternal waltz. They twirl and entwine, creating moments of infinite beauty. Here, you can explore the very essence of existence and discover the secrets of the universe."

Sasha gazed at the celestial dance, feeling a profound sense of wonder.

As she continued her journey with the Keeper of Wonders, she realized that answers weren't always found in logic and reason but in the boundless realms of imagination and dreams.

In this surreal landscape, Sasha embraced the mysteries of time and space, lost in the wonderings of her own consciousness, and the rabbit hole of her dream became a portal to a world where anything was possible.

It's too early to be cranky here, enjoy the early days. Support the ppl who write code. Bitch less. Keep vibes up. This is still young and fragile. 🫂✌️

I’ve never met anyone who considered themselves to be evil. Most people I’ve met are trying to do good, even if they aren’t 💯 sure how.

How are your stress levels?

i am not sure tbh. i have been having this headache for more than a week now

probably visiting the emergency department in an hour. this headache is getting worse

When I select send I have the choice of 500 1k and 5k.

How can I send you 21 sats?

⏳

There's one minute left in the game. The score is 1-0. For one team, time is running out. For the other, time can't run out fast enough.

I'm thinking about the classroom clock in high school. Tick tick tick. Fifteen minutes. Ten. 3:15 is taking forever. 🏃🏽🏃🏾‍♂️🏃🏼‍♀️Yeah!

Maybe it's too much meat, Jack. Our bodies make only so much bile to break down fats from our meals. If you or someone you love suffers from IBS, try a food journaling app and tracking IBS symptoms. Sugar, fats, caffeine, and fiber can trigger tummy trouble. 🫂This may be way TMI, but I hope not lol

Drawing du jour. #nostrart

Brainstorming on the future of Coracle, studying how to optimize the space usage in desktop mode.

Basic navigation, custom feeds' exploration, and zen mode... there are still many UI/UX details and ideas to work on!

Do you have any suggestions or wishes that arise from using the current version? Reply and tell me more.

And thanks to @hodlbod, I am honored to play with your great creature :)