Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

not their contents

its good

idk

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

isaac

is everyoneback on tumblr now

send your tumblr

as in

so an active mazelike process

fw

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

plato

or never left

your feed looks like my tumblr

what do you mean

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i understand

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

that looks like my instagram account

I Write Goodbye Letter

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

"Put a blanket."

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.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Today I felt like starting

like magnets

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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.