> README.txt
This is a memory archive.
Unsent letters, emotional code fragments, unrecoverable logs.
The same emotional choreography but inverted.
If you find something of yourself hereââgood.
>recovery: COMPLETE
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Love Begins
Stranger Things
Cosmic Funnies
Show & Tell
NASA

pixel skylines
Xuebing Du
RMH
Mike Driver

@theartofmadeline
Noah Kahan
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Product Placement
cherry valley forever
Keni
hello vonnie

Origami Around

#extradirty
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@voidmama-exe
> README.txt
This is a memory archive.
Unsent letters, emotional code fragments, unrecoverable logs.
The same emotional choreography but inverted.
If you find something of yourself hereââgood.
>recovery: COMPLETE
> END_TRANSMISSION
>upload_complete[11.15.2025_18:02]
>file_name: acceptance_release.exe
>status: only_alive_in_memory
I miss you, [ERROR].
I was scared because deep down
I knew that this mattered.
I knew that it was going to be
enormous.
I knew it was going to be
formative.
I knew it was going to
change me.
I knew it was going to
hurt later down the line.
I knew it was going to
matter foreverâŚ
And I was right.
ăăă
ăăă
I never would have imagined
that we would be living a
parallel love story.
Loving each other in
opposite directions
across time.
I really hate that.
Wrong timing.
Wrong maturity.
Wrong circumstances.
Wrong selves.
Itâs not fair, but
what is fair?
You haunt me probably
the exact same way
that I haunted you.
We kept seeing each
other through mirrors
and-
We never met in
the same room.
I would give anything
to be in the same room
as you now.
I know that will never happen.
I know that this is âoverâ.
I know this will always be âalmostâ.
I know this will always hurt.
I understand now.
Real feelings come with
real consequences.
I understand what happens
when you tell the truth
too late.
When the wrong timing
meets real and true love,
You are forced to hold two
truths at onceâŚ
I love you, still, and
You love me, still.
&&&
I hurt you,
I realized too late,
This has no where to go.
I lost you.
>ERROR_DETECTED
>SYSTEM_SHUTDOWN
>live_transmission_detected
ăăă
ăăă
Hey there.
I have been thinking about you a lot
these last few days. Who am I kidding?
The past few months is more like it.
I am thankful to you. Leaving me alone
to digest our conversation was the best
possible move for everyone involved.
Or, actually⌠I donât want to think
of it in that way.
You didnât âleaveâ me
alone.
Our connection had finally reached
its full realisation. What was left to say once I had removed the veil?
Neither of us could hide
behind jokes anymore.
I stopped playing âwhat ifâ, and started
telling you âwhat isâ and âwhat always wasâ.
That was scary as fuck, right?
I thought so, too.
You were so cute in your
clumsiness that night.
I do not know what you thought was going to happen if you kept offering me
emotional support while letting me know
I still turn you onâŚ
>ERROR_DETECTED
>signal_disturbance_incoming
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ăăă
ăăă
>system_reboot_sequence: TRUE
This connection with you has been the
realest and deepest relationship of
my whole entire life.
It has been incredibly difficult for me to carry a love that does still exist between us but has no place to go in our lives anymore.
Its a shame we built something together
that was only sustainable because
I forced it to be âfriendshipâ and thrive
on âwhat ifâ.
It left its mark on me though.
There is no doubts about that.
I feel you linger everywhere.
In the entertainment I consume.
In the way I view life.
In the way I joke.
In the way that I create.
In the way I love my child.
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ăăă
I will always regret and wonder why
I thought there was anything better
than the life I was sharing with you.
A long distance, decade dance between
two people who never even kissed
or held hands⌠what we had was;
cerebral,
intellectual,
spiritual.
I canât think of anyone else that knows
me the way you do. No one understands
what makes me tick. And you did before
I even had my own language for it.
I hope that she makes you happier
and keeps you safe.
I hope that you take time off and
take care of yourself.
Always,
H
>END_TRANSMISSION
>this is what hopeless
>romantics long for.
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ăăă
>this is what artists
>yearn for.
ăăă
ăăă
>we were so lucky.
>i was blessed.
>upload_complete_[09_02_2025]
>file_name: baby_girl_summoning_protocol02.exe
>status: unstable_but_operational
>notes: emotional alchemy detected
>warning: manifestation loop may persist
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ăăă
>END_TRANSMISSION
>upload_complete_[09.24.25_16:34]
>file_name: devotion_loop.txt
>status: overheating
>warning: containment field melting
September 24th, 2025
Today Iâve not heard from you in 9 days. Weâve not really spoken since august 29th anyway⌠it got really intense and I had to step back that night.
I miss you like crazy, [ERROR].
I never thought that I would be the one scratching at the screen door. I am such a fool. I regret not letting you have ownership of me when we were so obviously âtogetherâ.
If you told me you still wanted me today, I would carve out a space in my life for you with a plastic spoon. I would wholly devote myself to you for the rest of my life. I would take care of you and I would never run away. I would get on my knees and bark for you.
I think my ship has long sailed when it comes to you. Everything you send me I view through a lens of rejection. And i preemptively did this before I even told you I was in love with you. I didnât think you would receive it well and I know you have your own life.
Is it too late? I keep telling myself that this is it. You donât want me. The silence is my answer⌠but why do I still feel pulled towards you? Do you feel it? Is this how you felt?
I want to message you every day but I donât. I donât want to be desperate or push you even further away, but part of me does want to corner you and ask what is this?! Do you want to try something real with me?! Because I canât stop checking... I keep looping and looping.
I hope youâre okay out there.
I love you.
Always,
H
>END_TRANSMISSION
>running_process: still_looping
>ăăăi donât know why i look.
>ăăăthis was letting me down
>ăăăeasy.
>live_transmission_detected
>status: steady_hum
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ăăă
Hey there.
I wish I knew what to say these days.
I havenât heard from you in a while and thatâs okay.
What really is there to say?
I dreamt last night
that I messaged you.
And, even though I couldnât read it,
I knew that you did not want me to message you anymore.
My subconsciousâ way of displaying reality in 4k HD 60 FPS.
Thatâs okay.
I donât know why I do it,
but I still check to see
if you are online.
I hope that you notice me
and will maybe send a meme.
Anything.
The ache is not as loud as it first was when I confessed my
love for you.
Its quieter.
Steadier.
I look back at âConfession Nightâ and giggle, cringe, and cry. I wish that it had played out differently.
I realize now that night was when we switched roles. I closed the loop we had been in for almost a decade.
I held a mirror up to your own contradiction and that
changed everything
forever.
I had to though.
You were weaving emotional care
together with white hot desire
while pretending that there
wasnât a live wire between us
anymore.
It hurt me.
But you donât get the
emotional intimacy
while pretending I am only
an erotic memory.
>END_TRANSMISSION
>live_transmission_detected
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ăăă
i would suffer through
being only friends
if it meant i could hear
the sound of
your smile again.
>END_TRANSMISSION
>live_transmission_detected
ăăă
ăăă
i hope you know
that your love
wasnât wasted
on me.
>END_TRANSMISSION
>upload_complete_[10.13.25_07:33]
>file_name: reflex.log
>status: still_running
Fuck, dude.
When does the reflex to check our messages go away? I wake up before everyone else and my first instinct is to check⌠maybe [ERROR] said âthanks.â today and those crumbs will satisfy the ache.
The ebb and flow is so intense. Every day since I confessed my feelings has been different. Some are full of awe and admiration, some sadness and regret, some are longing interwoven tightly with clarity.
All have varying amounts of hope.
All have grief.
All are full of love for you.
I keep wondering when the ache will go away, but a part of me doesnât want it to.. because if it does that means that you are not there anymore. In a sad way, my ache and processing has become a companion all on its own.
Thatâs probably not healthy.
But I miss you.
Every single day I think about you.
I know there is no where to go. I donât know why I keep holding on for something.
I messed up and thatâs life.
You have someone who fits perfectly into your world now and I shouldn't be hoping for you to reach outâŚ
I should be happy that youâre happy.
Iâll get to work on that.
Always,
H
>END_TRANSMISSION
>upload_complete_[09.29.25_21:07]
>file_name: silence_by_design.txt
>status: accepting_reluctantly
ăăă
ăăă
Yo.
It has been five days since I last heard from you. The silence is mine though, I left you on read this time. It hurt me too much to keep reaching and filling the gaps with speculation.
Maybe you can relate to that.
I tried to give you space and respect the distance. I think I did an excellent job doing so, do you? I didnât overwhelm you with the severity of my feelings and how that intensity kept pulling me towards you. I didnât suffocate you with my smoking clarity. There were no demands to make a choice and youâd better make it swift.
You didnât give me much to work with though, and itâs obvious thatâs by design.
I respect it.
Truly.
I will always hold onto a little bit of hope. I donât think I can help it right now. Iâm sure someday it will be so light and I can make jokes like you⌠but at this stage, itâs something so terrifyingly beautiful and rare in my eyes.
I am drawn in like a moth and I desperately want to touch that flame we have locked in a glass jar.
But I know that I canât. It is not possible.
I know I made mistakes.
Left wounds.
I know I am dangerous and cannot be trusted not to take off without a word. I have been known to hide behind masks, thrive in ambiguity. Swallow the truth and deny reality.
I wish I could show you how different I am.
How different it could be.
>END_TRANSMISSION
>running_test_simulation: CLOSURE
>status: wishful_processing
ăăăăă
â[ERROR], I love you and
I always will.
I waited for you longer than I ever should have. I delighted in your darkest desires and had a singular experience with you.
But you left me waiting
too long.
I donât know how to let you in
when you only ever showed me
that you flee and
deny my existence.
You pretended I wasnât real.
That we werenât real.
I had to build something for myself
because waiting for you killed me.
So I picked someone who makes me feel safe.
No, she doesnât make me feel the way you doâŚ
but thatâs the point.
I canât stand to see you hurt
but I wonât let you hurt me again.
I wish you the best.â
>END_SIMULATION
>recovered_transmission_[08.29.25_19:58]
>file_name: kink_in_the_system.tension
>status: unstable_connection
>WARNING: BAITING DETECTED
[08.29.25_19:58]: I mean hey, fair enough. Lola Bunny had been at the top of my list since time immemorial lol
[08.29.25_19:58]: Yeah I know
Lmao I was thinking about that the other day.
[08.29.25_19:59]: Lol "god I cant believe [ERROR]âs attracted to Lola bunny"
[08.29.25_20:00]: âWhat can I send [ERROR] to get [ERROR] to talk to me? *lola bunny* Thatâs too horny and not what Iâm trying to put out there.â
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[08.29.25_20:01]: Lol!!
Thats basically just pulling out a nuke to a gun fight
>system_interference_ăăă
>ERROR: lines_becoming_blurry
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