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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

I am below everything.

but i respect your search

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i have read not even 1 book

you have a beautiful account btw

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

its good short few pages

i love it here

you cannot feed someone truth

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

lol

Picture

like magnets

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.

yeah

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

plato

in a post. I want to be remembered

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it