I could play it back to listen in on the whole conversation but I could also punch myself in the head with a sampling drill and I was not going to do that, either.

sometimes a little child will produce the most utterly heartbreaking wail of grief, the kind i don’t think i could make unless i had just seen my whole family die in front of me, and you know it will be about some shit like their apple slices are on the wrong side of the plate

I have encountered more image descriptions on Mastodon in 24 hours than I have in Twitter in a couple of years. Seriously. I'm not exaggerating.
As a blind person, this means a lot to me. If you read this and you describe your images, thank you so, so, so much on behalf of all of us. If you don't, now you know you'll be helping random Internet strangers make sense of your posts by typing in a few more words than usual.

Ignoring stuff is always an option, up until it kills you.

I challenge you to read this one word at a time and predict absolutely anything coming later in the tweet