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.
hiding from the rain
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
bro i read nothing in my life
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
division of reality is straying away from it
abrar?
what do you think my name is
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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
"Put a blanket."
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
no longer writing in the third person
you cannot feed someone truth
feel you
was it worth it
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
barren land
your feed looks like my tumblr
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
bro i read nothing in my life
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.