One where I was high at the park and another one where I was high at the park but from smoking hash with random dudes I had just met (ANTIREC FOR THE KIDS I was fine though) while having Ellen Degeneres swag and wearing very ugly clogs. They crack me up every time especially the second one where I look absolutely deranged
May 23, 2025
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I still find it so insane seeing pictures of you because you’re literally the green m&m??
May 23, 2025
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Every time I smoke I always forget what I look like or that I have facial piercings and when I remember it’s so crazy to me. I always end up looking at myself in the mirror in awe of how cool I look. Makes me appreciate myself more.
Feb 17, 2025
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Why? Because I wanted to be zoey deschanel when I was a kid and now I’m an adult who’s addicted to overpriced prerolls
Jan 30, 2024
I used to lovvve it. I would smoke every day for years with my friends and we would go on adventures exploring trails and fields (probably trespassed on someone's property like once a week lol whoops). If I was alone, I would smoke at home and clean or listen to music. It really was my escape, as corny as that sounds. BUT... all good things must come to an end, and unfortunately mine was about 3 years ago or so.
This picture of Peter glitching is probably the best representation to how I feel now when i take a 5mg edible these days. One bad experience with a different substance occurred and ruined weed for me completely. Now, whenever I get high, or even inhale a bit too much secondhand smoke, my heart starts racing, I disassociate, and get flung into the most severe panic attack imaginable. It's like living in a nightmare for approximately 3 hours.
Honestly, the worst part is explaining this to people and they reply with "you just have a low tolerance/you just need to try this strain/blah blah blah". I've tried easing myself back into it but nothing works, my brain just associates weed with danger now regardless of the strain. womp womp.
Apr 16, 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 💌
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May 28, 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