Sometimes in my mind I call myself a writer. And i ramble on for hours in notes all alone. I write and write like im pouring my soul into a cup for the worlds consumption. But after hours of writing i realise its just me sitting at the table sipping wistfully at that cup i thought i was pouring for others. And so it happens again and again and i write in ways that make me feel mighty and profound but in reality that might just be from the toxins my body creates in the process of constant regurgitation and consumption. So yes to put it plainly i would love to be part of this. I want to try share my cup and for people to either reject it or consume it. Even if no one drinks it at least there will be other people at the table beside me.
Feb 2, 2025
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Big navel gazer here; I often start in a delusionally romantic state of viewing things and evolve to a kind of reserved pragmatism through the process critical examination. Lately, writing has been like preserving these ephemeral states in amber, coexisting in a state of delicious permanence I can return to, instead of allowing them to wash away with the tides. This ultimately helps me engage more deeply with the world.
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I have for the longest time had a long ongoing story in my mind that I think about whenever I’m bored.
Waiting in the line at a grocery store? Sitting in a waiting room?
Let me think about this story with these characters in my head.
Free TV with my imagination.
I have tried writing it down several times but it just steals the magic. There can be plot holes and things that don’t make sense because nobody knows about this.
Probably a symptom of my mental illness but I quite enjoy it.
Feb 8, 2025
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“I am nothing, I am everything, and I’m certainly never in between to two. It’s stupid to think I could be anything other than me, miserable and birthed. Death to everyone who isn’t such things. What is the point of life if not to indulge every dreadfully mediocre sadness to its climax only to realize you have to get off a whole single file line of dreadfully mediocre sadnesses? Respite is only plausible in physicality. There is no escape from a self pitying and exhaustingly guilty mind. Hypocrisy after hypocrisy, I weave myself more securely into my mental web. No one gets in, no one gets out. It’s the way I like it and the way I insurmountably loathe it, balanced by the progression of life itself.”
Jan 29, 2025
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Would highly recommend- feels like i am making a product but not in a gross way
Jan 18, 2025
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and when the lights hit the snow at night. wow as someone who has not seen snow much this is a totally underrated phenomenon. only thing that makes winter weather not depressing.and snow in the city wow.
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