god i wish you could save me like a pdf
btw is anyone else here the one who pulls themselves from the nothingness to which they aspire
everyone reads stories not for the narrative presented or the characters present, but for the worldbuilding. this is why the greatest novelist of all time is the immortal Dostoevsky, whose rich imagined nation of “Russia” spans more than 6 million square miles, and has a lore timeline that goes back for four thousand years.
nevermind my last post you know what they say. one schizopost a day keeps the pornb0ts away
after a year of terrible terrible terrible teleological approaches to the act of like. choosing to say things. 2023 i think im back on tumblr. i miss concatenating words for the sake of absolutely no consciously discernable purpose and releasing them out into the (misleadingly public) void. the prospect of discursive inconsequence sounds so exhilarating at this point and i miss it. i sometimes genuinely cannot stand to engage with language in any coherently intentional manner, occasionally to the point of actual, visceral disgust. tragically though this is not to say ive abandoned the unavoidably neurotic commitment to linguistic specificity retention aka words “meaning” things
