how does it feel, doing less time-wasting on the computer? obviously the internet-time-wasting behaviors stem from boredom, but they also kind of produce more boredom? it's rare to read/see something that gets me to stop scrolling/watching and go do a thing. being off the Big Internet for most of the day does not in any way eliminate boredom, obviously, but it kind of lets it breathe. there's room…
"Kunulo" is an Esperanto word. It means "companion" or "partner". It just seemed appropriate. I wonder how many Esperantistoj there are in Geminispace?
Yesterday night was a nice, warm mid-August evening. Where I live dark usually equals cold, but at this time of the year we are moving away from the white summer nights while the last warmth of the summer still lingers on. The rest of the Europe has been scorching under a heatwave but here this summer has been - or at least felt - quite cool since July. I was sitting on our backyard patio, reading…
The forest seems quiet, until you really stop and listen. The hum of insects, the chits and warbles of birds, and the scampering of small mammals in the undergrowth all coalesce into a sustained ambiance. There are few insects today. The sky is cloudy, but the sun feels warm. The occasional breeze causes the trees to shiver and rustle like an ocean of green. I sit in a rocking chair, thinking and…
Hello from the sunny UK! I'm a Methodist minister, wannabe photographer, Linux-using scout leader. I used to be a blogger (I still have blogs, but I haven't updated in ages). Now looking to explore the tiny internet. Give me a shout if you'd like: richard [AT] deckzero [DOT] uk
Life, my friend, is like a box of choclets... no, that's not it Life, my friend, is like a CYOA (choose your own adventure)... You never know what you're going to get next :^) Life really is like a CYOA. Only you have virtually infinite possibilities, and they're not at all obvious. You don't get a nice list like "keep your present job" and "try selling tamales". But we do have to make choices…
the lake rests here unchanged I greet it like I have countless times and it comforts me like it has and will as long as I keep coming forever, I used to think but my thoughts they have changed
Di seguito rioporto un elenco di alcuni comandi del terminale GNU/Linux e la loro spiegazione: whoami = chiede al terminale l'utente che è collegato mutt = apre il client di posta elettronica mutt ls = stampa l'elenco dei file e cartelle presenti in una directory amfora willthekid.smol.pub = apri la pagina gemini://willthekid.smol.pub con il programma da terminale amfora pwsh = apre la poweshell…
interesting that it’s the third card I’ve done and it’s all been kind of difficult cards. I wonder if we’ll get the tower next, or more of the swords… I think in this deck (marseille-waite) it is more clear to me that that’s not a sunrise, better times coming ahead. If it were a sunrise, wouldn’t it be more intuitive to have it on the left? I mean I know east is the “right” side of the compass,…
If we are among the lucky ones, we have friends in our lives that inspire us to be better versions of ourselves. These friends live their truths in ways that shine like beacons, illuminating the way ahead, beckoning us to follow their examples as we stumble through our own personal journeys of self-discovery, searching for fulfillment. I am fortunate to count myself among these lucky ones. I have…
i like reading smolpub posts <3
🏠︎ Home there will always, every day be someone that disagrees so it does not really matter what i'll choose in the end. i hope i'll find a partner that will love me like i am i hope that i'll have some friends that could protect me, and care i hope i'll be called pretty by a stranger, sincerely i wish i won't be disgusted of what is once to become of me. 2026-08-14
nights are getting darker but somehow at times my heart is lighter the dream still here alive
🏠︎ Home i might feel alright being underwhelmed but i became a girl in the second realm written 2026-08-13 published 2026-08-14
🏠︎ Home took a leap of faith to see over treetops, vast blue seas went nowhere to seek a star a spark that might once break the mist i have found a part of me now can't return nor proceed letting seasons pass me by for reasons that should not exist i have found a flower in bloom a bird that cannot spread its wings haunted by the summer storms for reasons truly lost, unknown i may have found…
i never thought i'd get to even play this game in my life. maybe once or twice if i happened to go to japan but that was it. i was content with playing the few games i liked at round 1 (okay it was pretty much only groove coaster lol) but one day i found that the game i spent 10s of hours of my life driving to play after work was gone and i almost just.. gave up on it? nothing else felt as fun or…
i thought maybe to start i could have one day a week of no tracking, just do whatever? an easy mode? or would that be too distracting, actually - un-doing the hard work of the other 6 days? i kind of tried it on wednesday (wednesdays often see me tucked away into the bedroom while partner's in work meetings) but it felt idk, boring. unsatisfying. so maybe that's not the way... i've also allotted…
Something interesting about writing every day is that my expectations around the process and the output have changed. And, to be clear, this is neither a good nor a bad thing, just different. Writing every day is quick, almost-but-not-quite stream of consciousness. It's not a premeditated act, and it certainly doesn't involve deep thinking in the way that periodic writing does. Making this a daily…
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you call me cute in a way I cannot fight I call surrender surrounded by cool August breeze safe in a warm nest of pillows and sheets guiding me through the night there is a beacon your words remain a constant echo in my mind even half asleep