I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
what do you mean
December 2025
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
division of reality is straying away from it
the site i am dreaming
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
autonomy of learning
ahnaf abrar
Better Lift
bro i read nothing in my life
i love it here
ion
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
its good
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"