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Cosimo Galluzzi
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Noah Kahan
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Mike Driver
Sweet Seals For You, Always
we're not kids anymore.
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Not today Justin
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{Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24/ AnaĂŻs Nin, The Diary of AnaĂŻs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966/ Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden/ AnaĂŻs Nin, from The Diary of AnaĂŻs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955/ Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood, page 276/ Michael Ondaatje/ Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden/ D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent/ Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit/ Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; "In The Pines,"}
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my problem is if i enjoy something enough i will be nitpicking. i Will have things to say about where and how it failed. out of nothing but love straight from my heart. unfortunately this often makes me indistinguishable from a hater who has never experienced joy or kindness. such is the amateur critic's burden.
if you're reading this I hope you're okay
Yesterday my best friend sat on my couch and we laughed for hours.
Tomorrow my friends will gather on my couch to play our weekly game of DnD.
But today, I sit on my couch, and I stare at the wall.
My mind wanders absently, searching for some reason, some meaning.
I sink into the wall, away from my couch and I wonder
Is this all worth it?
Yesterday feels so far away and tomorrow is looming.
I turn the TV on and watch the small purple city scroll past me.
A distraction until tomorrow.
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they should invent a body that feels normal to be inside of
just identified a behavioral pattern within myself
*this meeting could have been an email voice* this cgi could have been a puppet
just found out you can do more than one thing each day. i was just doing the one
I got rid of the shoes I wore the day you kicked me out.
They were caked in the memories of walking down that muddy road.
I was scared, confused, and alone.
A stranger took more pity on me than you did.
Someone else's mother made sure I was safe.
You've told me how horrible you felt that day.
You've apologized for your negligence.
But it will never be enough to make me forget the memories of that day.
Not even now that I've thrown those shoes away.
These fucking techbros are so fucking childish. "Let's rebuild the twin towers as AI Bots With Lasers" is the most 8 year old idea I've ever heard.
Then again, 9/11 TWO on the AI Laser Buildings would rule