She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.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.
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?
which magnetises chains of pins
fw
abrar?
have you read
"Put a blanket."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
plato
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
feel you
bro i read nothing in my life
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
was it worth it
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
we need to be deconstructing our identities
wait what is that
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it