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I think it has a smell

it smells like the water in the grass in the morning with a little grandma making coffee in the back Maybe it is liquid as a shape

@maristella

Jul 11, 2024

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Italian shit

cigars, basil, lemon cleaning products, fig smells, tomato chunks, the scent of an old table cloth, garlic, the pool in my hair and cigarette smoke stuck to my burnt shoulders

@angelina

Oct 23, 2024

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smelling things!

The smell of the midwestern wind takes me back to the happiest times of my life, the smell of morning coming through open windows with curtains that blow in the breeze. I’m thinking of my grandmother’s dairy farm in Cadott, Wisconsin, way way to the north of the state. The smell of a spring day. The smell of a flower. The smell of peppermint tea in the depths of winter. The sanctimonious (yes it is holy!) smell of your bed having gone unwashed, forgotten, for weeks. Good god, stop to smell the roses if you can. I just walked around my apartment smelling three things: the rosemary plant by my window (wonderful!), the donut holes sitting on the counter (they smell like how heaven must feel!), and the cajun seasoning in the cabinet over the stove (I sneezed for five minutes straight!)

@briffinglue

4d ago

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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