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.

division of reality is straying away from it

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

so an active mazelike process

is everyoneback on tumblr now

"Put a blanket."

its good

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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

ion

barren land

lol yea

It Will Get Lighter

what do you mean

all that is to say

2 (actually index). two is company

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

but i respect your search

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.