Lovingly compiled archive of short posts from Cohost

The posts you can see underneath have been taken from both our main account and our (rarely used, sometimes secret) personal side accounts. They’re not long enough to be proper essays, but we don’t want to lose them, so now their home is here.

(Such smooth transfer wouldn’t have been possible without the Cohost Web Component!)

Go back?


unfortunately i don't think i can log anything new on letterboxd ever again


your system prevents your most vulnerable headmates from fronting and getting hurt in this cold unforgiving world. my system lets them front & experience unexpected acts of human kindness, teaching them that life has more to offer than just cruelty. we are not the same

this is not a criticism of plural community this is a criticism of how our own system used to work before syscovery. even after realizing we were plural we had to consciously fight against our brain to let some of us front because it refused to believe we could handle it. to this day i get extremely moved by strangers being kind to me because i had never had a chance to experience it during 2 decades of my existence spent watching everything from the sidelines


#>🌌 (the tag's not showing for some reason)


Why does everything have to have a meaning? Why does everything have to be a statement? Why are you dissatisfied with simply being you?


  1. start playing a new MMORPG
  2. seems okay, continue playing for a few hundred hours
  3. novelty washes off, realize it actually sucks and is more of a chore to play than it is fun. you can't even look at it anymore
  4. uninstall
  5. peace and love on planet earth
  6. start playing a new MMORPG
  7. surely this time will be different. continue playing for a few hundred hours
  8. it is not different

A light, flickering in the corner of your eye. Always watching, even when blind.


does anyone want to fix me please please pleease


Ugh i miss when being on the internet was fun 😔😔 <- person who has never in her life had fun being on the internet & is blinded by a sense of nostalgia

"isn't cohost fun enough?" when i close my eyes and forget how America-centric it is, sure

Sometimes I just wish there was a place on the internet that was not engineered specifically to bring out the worst in people (like twitter or facebook) that would also be filled with people who are from my country, or perhaps at least with people from countries like mine. I miss being able to load up a website and talk in Polish, with Polish people, about Polish things. Americans (and people from the UK too, tbf) have this opportunity everywhere. I don't, so if I want to connect with other Poles online, there's nowhere for me to go except into the cesspit that I'd like to forever leave behind.

But i wouldn't say there was ever a point in time when it wasn't unpleasant. In the recent years everything has become worse, sure, but if i take a moment to actually remember how it was in my childhood I realize "being online" has never truly been fun for me. Makes me wonder what would have to happen for me to get the perfect online experience (or if that's even possible at all).


#>🗝 (the tag's not showing for some reason)


hes literally me. to the kinlist he goes


i hate conflict i hate dealing with angry people just evaporate our of existence & leave me alone

if youre on my ass for more than 2 days (approximately) then you're dead to me


blows up the world

blows up the world!!!!!!!!!!!!


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