One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
abrar?
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
have you read
what do you mean
isaac newton
i love it here
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i really havent
bro i read nothing in my life
as in
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
thank you
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
so an active mazelike process
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
propensity within someone
fw
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
hiding from the rain
plato
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
but i respect your search