One of the most heartbreaking consequences of fiat money is that a lot of people are incapable of receiving genuine, pure love (of any kind). Most relationships they’ve ever had had to be very high time preference. If there’s no agenda to the care and effort, they reject it as a suspected threat. They believed that, unless someone wants something from them, no one has time to generously spend with them and make them feel appreciated. For the pure sake of love. Everyone must be underwater trying to get by. That’s how the modern times work, right? Fiat money masterfully suffocates the abundance out of love. I’m reminded of this every single time I meet someone new who isn’t a bitcoiner: if I come to them ready to give, they take their distance and go back to their shell in a matter of days. Bitcoiners know better. 🧡 Fuck fiat love. 🚮

Woke up, made brunch, then cookies, then a tray. I guess I’m a tradwife now. 😌

A celebration of Bitcoiners. 🧡 Minus the silly choice of the pronoun. 🚮 #bookstr

I’m a simple woman, when @Shawn asks for waffles, I make nine. One not pictured, two in little man’s tummy already. Stay humble, stack 🧇. 🧡

We were cool, sovereign individuals until about a month ago, when we moved to East Nashville. Now we’re making homemade rainbow 🌈 marshmallows.

The most delightful basil 🌿 lemonade 🍋, courtesy of @Mallory! ✨🥹 Thank you. 🫂

I’m getting tired of our usual proteins and that means it’s time for a new war on Nostr. What are the best (most flavorful) proteins?

Peaches, boy! They don’t wait for anyone. 😒🍑👋🏻 Too high maintenance for me, I’m team figs and white nectarines. 😌

I used to be that girl that thought memes were lazy, ugly, hardly even funny and frankly a disgrace to the human intelligence (college years ego 😪). Now I delight in them, I cherish them, I smile, giggle, and sometimes get a tear or two from laughing about them by myself. 🥲 Humor is one brilliant feature and memes are decidedly la crème de la crème of it. #memeconvert #memestr

I find it fascinating that we’re all somewhat private by definition. You won’t ever know yourself fully in any given moment and you’re infinite and ever-changing, let alone any other completely independent being grasping who you are fully. Few things are more beautiful in life than to feel seen and truly known as profoundly as the external and internal universes would allow. But I’m just here romanticizing that 3% of me and you that no one, absolutely no one, will ever know. To be open, private and free. 🥂 💜

Sometimes you just need a friend to talk about big black figs with. 💜