but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

plato

we need to be deconstructing our identities

yeah

send your tumblr

fw

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

you cannot feed someone truth

its good

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

bro i read nothing in my life

i want to do that too

not their contents

have you read

lol

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

what do you think my name is

is this you as well

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

which magnetises chains of pins

we can only engage in such a way