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wade - clairo

Holding out all my fears and faults Those that conquer me Started the second pack 'Fore the first one's finishing I like to bridge the gap between A break and long-lost lovers Only to get me, by until I decide I've had enough Most of the time, I can feel them on me The eyes from the stranger's window It's dark, and it's lonely, but it's nothin' to me At least somebody's home Decades are wasting on your name You'll grasp the concept of life When you give up the point of trying If you don't do the things that you do They'll just happen to you Pulling out all my weight And do my part and you'll say Oh, I'm so glad you're here with us today You probably thought you would be gone And until there's another way I just have to face that there's no real place To go and I could really be alone I'd promise you now that if I had known I wouldn't be standing here There's memories to be made And water that's to wade I used it all up, drying tears Of course, I don't regret The moments where I wept And yearned for what I've got now It's only time, it won't age like wine But it's mine and I'll take the blow

@juliaprice

Dec 15, 2024

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go west - liz phair

this time last year i would listen to this song every day on the subway to my mind-numbingly boring barista job. i worked eight hour shifts alone, serving the occasional customer but mostly just sitting around eating expired baked goods and staring down at my ten-year-old docs spattered with matcha and espresso, the soles crusted with sidewalk salt. i listened to Phair singing about closing her eyes and her bank account and needing someone to do her thinking for her, and i fantasized about walking away from the shapeless, sleepy postgraduate life i’d sunk into. taking off my apron, abandoning the city and everyone who knew me there, getting on a train or a plane or just walking until i was swallowed by the sunset…it all sounds so trite now, but at the time i carried that idea around like a lucky charm. something to hold onto, to help me feel real. i thought it was the most romantic thing a girl could do. go west, young woman.

@thinwildmercury

Jan 26, 2024

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Julie Byrne' songwriting

One day the skin that holds me will be dust And I’ll be ready to travel again For now, I want to go further in Into moment, into vision, into you I swore I'd show myself so I could renew That's not the same as being new forever The shape of your hand left in the dust of summer glass I want to be whole enough to risk again

@valddan

Oct 9, 2024

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Never changing

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 💌

@taterhole

Feb 23, 2025

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SURFING THE TIDES OF THE EVERYONE TAB

I am a woman of the people

@taterhole

May 28, 2025

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Rejecting the Commodification of the Self

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.

@taterhole

Dec 27, 2024