send your tumblr

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

division of reality is straying away from it

autonomy of learning

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

propensity within someone

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

not their contents

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

so an active mazelike process

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Today I felt like starting

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

as in


IWGD

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?


brb i will read and reply sincerely

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

currently

but really the thing should be autonomous

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.