December 2025

its good short few pages

isaac

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

like magnets

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

hiding from the rain

abrar?

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Can I see

i want to do that too

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