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?


no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

you cannot feed someone truth

IWGD

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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

It Will Get Lighter

really i want the internet

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50


magnetisation/form

so at the end

division of reality is straying away from it

yes
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

It Will Get Lighter

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

hello reader,

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

send your tumblr

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

I Write Goodbye Letter

this will be about a slug