and the fake qualifier

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

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.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

all that is to say

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

you have a beautiful account btw

really i want the internet

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

i have read not even 1 book

isaac

send your tumblr

idk

fw

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

lol yea

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

your feed looks like my tumblr

in a post. I want to be remembered

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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isaac newton

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