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malignantly uselessMay 25, 2025

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interrogations

@dreary.bsky.socialMay 25, 2025

b side

gorf / muen dms

gorf 12/2/23, 00:24
ur mentally ill

willow 12/2/23, 13:19

dreary @dreary.bsky.social • 2m
every time someone comes over to my place i need to screw my lightbulbs back in so they can "see in front of themselves" and "not run into things". whats up with that?

Marie • 17s • @ara.lol
i genuinely hate ceiling lights and too brightly lit rooms i mostly reside in my room with only a desk lamp turned on it's cozy i like darkness
Dec 2, 2023 at 12:18 PM

muen
i am head over heels
you made an alt to catfish me why would you do that

gorf 12/2/23, 13:23
ur so gross
and mentally ill
get help 😭😭😭

gorf / muen dms

willow 12/1/23, 17:09
why does every girl i meet wanna pet me

Marie @ara.lol 8m
i like your vibe

dreary @dreary.bsky.social 5m
:3

Marie @ara.lol 4m
ok idk why but this reply made me laugh
*pet pet*

@dreary.bsky.socialMay 25, 2025

i like being a boy to you sometimes

@dreary.bsky.socialApr 7, 2025

i like being one of the 3 bsky guys in julie’s life rn

alice robertsMay 25, 2025

i wanna listen to music

indeed

i hauve covid

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nietzsche, beyond good and evil, 207

Whatever "personality" he still possesses seems to him accidental, arbitrary, or still oftener, disturbing; so much has he come to regard himself as the passage and reflection of outside forms and events. He calls up the recollection of "himself" with an effort, and not infrequently wrongly; he readily confounds himself with other persons, he makes mistakes with regard to his own needs, and here only is he unrefined and negligent. Perhaps he is troubled about the health, or the pettiness and contined atmosphere of wite and friend, or the lack of companions and society-in-deed, he sets himself to reflect on his suffering, but in vain! His thoughts already rove away to the more general case, and to-morrow he knows as little as he knew yesterday how to help himself. He does not now take himself seriously and devote time to himself: he is serene, not from lack of trouble, but from lack of capacity for grasp-ing and dealing with his trouble. The habitual complaisance with respect to all objects and experiences, the radiant and impartial hospitality with which he receives everything that comes his way, his habit of inconsiderate good-nature, of dangerous indifference as to Yea and Nay: alas! there are enough of cases in which he has to atone for these virtues of his!-and as man generally, he becomes far too easily the dead head of such virtues. Should one wish love or hatred from him - I mean love and hatred as God, woman, and animal understand them - he will do what he can, and furnish what he can. But one must not be surprised if it should not be much-if he should show himself just at this point to be false, fragile, questionable, and deteriorated. His love is constrained, his hatred is artificial, and rather something forced, a slight ostentation and exaggeration. He is only genuine so far as he can be objective; only in his serene totality is he still "nature" and "natural."

DNI if you believe in: - the law of excluded middle - non-hypothetical imperatives - human rights - intuition as normatively informative - non-stipulative definitions - intermittently tolerated happiness that doesn’t bear the marks of its own particularity

i should update my bio with my dni list

willowDec 11, 2024

me and the boys hitting up the toot suite after too much taco bell

there was one time at church as a child where the pastor was talking about miracles and i broke down crying and prayed that my dad wouldn’t need to wear glasses anymore

ah shit i meant is

chainsaw man in devilman fanfic

game distribution via atproto

annie unironically retrieved The Diner like this today and we played it together

willowMay 4, 2025

become ungovernable; post valorant clipdump montage tracks beside radical literature audiobooks, tranny music, hexd, and soundcloud drum slop

it was just as beautifully scrunkly as i remembered

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@pruebaprueba8142 4 hours ago
how the hell did u went from breakcore to hyperpop to incelcore and now emo
good music tho this is literally my pipeline 😭😭😭

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willowAug 19, 2024

mary

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enthusiastic consent is overrated

“whatever, fine by me”

@dreary.bsky.socialMay 24, 2025

took all my willpower not to repost on main

The most woke among us might say: "Are you not closer to agender or nonbinary?" But they say this without realizing that those, too, have both become genders, mostly defined by having piercings and somewhat embarrassing names.

https://hepatica.srht.site/library/gender.html

What is Gender?

that’s so funny, i just had this tab in my phone browser and forgot where it came from. when i tried to track down the source i realized i got there from a go.bsky.app link

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first valid real-world use of a redirect link

watching roommates negotiate their shared living space is like watching minecraft civilization democracy videos

“your peers influence you, even in deeply personal ways like what identities you assert”

social contagion is real tho

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transitioning to be more like my friends is a sufficient reason

willowApr 7, 2025

there is a degree of sleeplessness, of rumination, of the historical sense, which is harmful and ultimately fatal to the living thing

I love this one

willowJan 8, 2025

Untimely Meditations, Nietzsche, pg. 62

In the case of the smallest or of the greatest happiness, however, it is always the same thing that makes happiness happiness: the ability to forget or, expressed in more scholarly fashion, the capacity to feel unhistorically during its duration. He who cannot sink down on the threshold of the moment and forget all the past, who cannot stand balanced like a goddess of victory without growing dizzy and afraid, will never know what happiness is -worse, he will never do anything to make others happy. Imagine the extremest possible example of a man who did not possess the power of forgetting at all and who was thus condemned to see everywhere a state of becoming: such a man would no longer believe in his own being, would no longer believe in himself, would see everything flowing asunder in moving points and would lose himself in this stream of becoming: like a true pupil of Heraclitus, he would in the end hardly dare to raise his finger. Forgetting is essential to action of any kind,

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you should get it, i can spot you the cash if needed

honestly it didnt even bother me that much before but ever since dan’s pancake skeet i haven’t been able to look at it the same way

probably the greatest post ever made

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there’s something mundanely magical about this room. the beams of setting sun, filtered through leaves from the tree outside your window, illuminating the accumulated objects of your history that surround us.

the twinkling guitars escaping phone speakers paired with the far more enchanting sounds of your soft breaths. the idle tracing of shoulder bones and the feeling of being hopelessly at ease.

i am content and tranquil with you here.

poor eris

dewey is at his best when he’s being budget hegel anyways