id buy a house with a view, something small in the city like 2 bedrooms, put in some nice soundproofing/dampening, a nice big bath i can fully lay down in, some nice shelves for my cats, get some more cats, and a lot more plants. you know just a comfy place to live for myself.

then id be the founding member of a worker coop and work to put an end to capitalism.

I would move to london buy a creepy old building start my own private library and scare the local children.

#IWannaBeAGhostStory

if money was never a factor again, i’d prolly retire or change occupation to something that brings me further. Tomorrow i’d spend contemplating what to do next.

Offer my american friend an all cost covered trip to France. That’s her dream, but her family is way too poor to afford it.

We would spend our time being happy and independent once again. Make our life fulfilling and fun and help people wherever we can.

If money was not a factor, I would not be spending (it). 🧐

I’m a minor airplane/airport nerd. I REALLY want to fly the Sydney to London Heathrow nonstop on an A380. But there’s nothing I want to do IN those cities. Just want the flight. Don’t care about the cities.

Buy back the house I was forced to leave a couple of years ago when my family sold it. Long term, I would undo most of the ugly renovations the new owners made. They replaced all the wood and stone with metal, plastic and concrete.

But first, I would relax in my garden or a nice bath, get in contact with old friends and ask if they need anything.

Giving it away.

Work on destabilising the Western governments by investing in local political extremist organisations, paying someone to remove terrorist status from Palestine Action, and giving a fuckton of money to trans and gender non-conforming healthcare charities that won’t be influential enough. I’d buy myself majority spots on committees, starting with ones whose decisions control the spending allocation of healthcare in my country, because that allows me to focus charity money into places I choose.

Napping with my dog. No more lonely days for her.

In bed, curing my cold, same as I do today. But I might consider quitting my job once I’m better, and work more on art projects.

Put a couple of ideas into action.

I live in a very aged and old city. A lot of run down very old buildings left to crumble under their own weight. Abandoned houses left behind by families that sent their children away.

I’d just go out and buy all of those, to rebuild and return to the city as affordable housing, something that has been lacking and ignored.

I’d get instant hate, as I’d be more than willing to force the start of works even before permits were issued; that is another problem in this place: political and bureaucratic inertia and indiference.

From that point forward? I don’t know. I have enough. I’m trying to put down roots for my family to keep doing well and good after I’m gone.

This kind of question always takes me back to a conversation I had with my grandfather, where he told me that all the money in the world is worth nothing of we don’t make use of it for something good.

You could give me a billion euros tomorrow and I wouldn’t change as a person. I would change a lot of things around me but not myself.

If given that the money stays with me, I wouldnt change much/at all. Probably just pay more often for excursions with friends, and buy more new cool hardware

Assassinate Donald Trump