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Keeping stuff and things

I love stuff and i love hanging onto things. I love that i have a stack of letters my friends and i wrote and passed back and forth in class at 13 years old. I love that i still have the fake menu my best friend and i made when we were 8 for our fake restaurant that only served bug-based dishes. I love that i have a drunk love note scrawled on toilet paper at 3 in the morning in 2012. seemingly meaningless things like this from my past help remind me that I’ve actually led a wonderfully full life despite often feeling like I’ve not done enough.

@sophiebee

Jan 29, 2025

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I THINK ABOUT THIS SO OFTEN

I was actually just thinking about this again earlier today. I love that it’s like I’m carrying pieces of all the people I’ve loved throughout all the lifetimes it feels like we live in just one, simply by picking up all these pieces of others to make into our whole self. Even the things I’ve gathered from people I don’t talk to anymore feel so special because once they meant so much to me and the love from that version of me and them lives on. I say “you’re a peach,” when someone does something helpful for me because a childhood friend of mine once said the same thing to me. I’ve always written things like 7s and Zs with the line through the middle because the student teacher my class had in 1st grade was also in college for science and wrote them like that, and I’ve done it ever since. I grow marigolds in my garden every year because of the neighbor I had growing up who would let me help her garden when I was a kid even when she was going through chemo, and now I love the smell. I love punk goes rock/pop because of my older brother; he’s also the reason I learned to play guitar. The vanilla lotion that I wear because a friend who was probably the closest I’ll have in my lifetime wore it. I also love the reverse. I know I’ve influenced my friend’s jewelry. I know one friend started wearing purple mascara because I do. I’ve influenced several people’s fragrances, or shoe/purse choices. I love to think that whenever they put on something or say something that they got from me that they think of me fondly.

@saylor

Jun 3, 2025

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mourning dove

its call takes me back to when I was outside all the time as a kid. my cousins and I often explored our family's property together, climbing trees, walking across frozen streams, seeing wildlife and flowers, and really just being innocent children. we aren't really close anymore though. its call takes me back to taking a walk many years ago. there's a photo from it, me walking up a hill, my toddler self with my grandma and dad holding my hand on either side of me. I've seen the original photo too, with my dad as a toddler walking up the same hill with my grandma about 30 years before that. I'm glad I have that photo because, not long after the photo was taken, she was too. its call takes me back to being at my grandpa's house early in the morning after my mom dropped me off before work in the summer. maybe there were birds in the birdhouses on the porch. and maybe there were nestlings being taken care of by their mother, and we could hear their soft chirping through the screen door. we had to have the door open because there was no air conditioning. well, not was, there was never air conditioning or heat. but I never minded because he always made sure I was cool or warm or whatever the season called for. I'm freezing now though, and he's not here anymore to help me. its call takes me back to when things were a lot simpler, and I find peace in that feeling.

@soulful_old_man_sunshine

Feb 22, 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

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Finally Quitting the job that you hate

Schedule sent my resignation email for the morning, effective immediately ✅💅

@taterhole

Feb 27, 2025