I am jealousy itself, mixed with passion and despair

save me shostakovich save me

cannot define anything for sure because i am constantly aware it is merely a projection of my limited perception

the inspiration and motivation derived from envy

GAWD IS DEAWD

accidentally logged in iran 18 years ago and cant fucking delete my account

kid me would probably cry a bit then go rewatch fantastic mr fox for the billionth time trying to repeat every line of dialogue along with it

پراید چایکوفسکی و سن لورن عزیزم مبارک

Yall hate to see me coming huh

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“ متاسفانه مخاطبت دیلیت اکانت کرده”
i see this every week atp

Your lore is that ur mind doesnt move in a straight line yk? it loops, rewrites n multiplies everything til even simple things start to feel like they have hidden layers you're responsible for decoding.

https://t.me/differentami