Jake_Vig

The point of destroying Twitter’s verification system isn’t to make money. It’s to destabilize reporting and make it impossible to determine if sources are legitimate.

THEM: How have you been?

ME: Pretty good, not bad. Trapped in a prison of my own making. Struggling with demons from my past. Feeling the weight of the world. Questioning every decision. Obsessing over things I cannot control. Losing sleep. You know, same old same old. You?

How I left Twitter

This apocalypse is taking FOREVER

The orcas are quiet.

Too quiet...

I enjoy hugging people again, mostly because I always lean in and whisper "I know it was you."

I’d settle for outer peace at this point.

I was using Twitter only to share invite codes or encourage exodus.

I deactivated once and for all since they reinstated Alex Jones. I did save my archive.

I accept no further excuses from myself or anyone else for using that platform.

+60k followers built since 2011. And quite easy to walk away.

Hey people who actually do things, settle down.

I slept with my feet left exposed by the covers, and the monsters did not eat them.

The system is broken.

You're telling me a gorilla made this glue

Between checking myself and then also wrecking myself, I keep pretty busy.

Life is learning to cope with being one “punch” on your loyalty away from a free frozen yogurt, when the frozen yogurt place suddenly closes forever.

Before you give up, remember:

You really should've given up a very long time ago.

*checks calendar*
*presses intercom button*

"Release the pumpkin spice."

*swivels chair to stare out window*
*steeples fingers*

Remember Twitter?

SPOILER WARNING

Biggest surprises in "Oppenheimer":

- the orgy scene

- when Oppenheimer looks in the camera and says "It's the bomb!" several times in a blatant attempt to create a catch-phrase

- the rap battle finale between Eminem and Oppenheimer

Sure, it's fun to sing about and all that, but it would be an absolute traffic nightmare if it really was raining men.

I'm a lover and a fighter, in that I fight love.

Settle a bet:

On which date do you bring up your necromancer abilities? I say third, my buddy says fifth.