Poetry, tech, other pursuits. 🏳️🌈
I pay a guy $150 a week to touch me (therapeutically) and pretend like he cares about me for 90 minutes.
This is my life now.
I reach out into the dark
Searching for life and fire
Livegivers in the void
Stars twinkle distantly
Their rays remind but do not comfort
Too far away to warm
on my skin
here we are again
that unbearable burning, creeping pain
of what could be
a flame of promise
One question I see on Twitter and such often is why a developer should choose styled-components over other…