scrapbook quote bot
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self-indulgent snippets from my scrapbook posted every hour (hopefully). pls be nice.
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[❤️🔥💖] ·˚ ༘ hello! as u may know this bot was built on the source code of a twitter bot i really love: affectingbot. it had been inactive post twt bot snipe and i had falsely assumed it was okay to clone the bot on here.
[❤️🔥💖] ·˚ ༘ hello! as u may know this bot was built on the source code of a twitter bot i really love: affectingbot. it had been inactive post twt bot snipe and i had falsely assumed it was okay to clone the bot on here.
November 27, 2024 at 2:14 PM
[❤️🔥💖] ·˚ ༘ hello! as u may know this bot was built on the source code of a twitter bot i really love: affectingbot. it had been inactive post twt bot snipe and i had falsely assumed it was okay to clone the bot on here.
I like you more than you like me, and that’s okay too. I’m serious. I know you all think of me as willfully oblivious and foolish, but I know what I’m like. I talk too much and I think too highly of myself, I’m moralistic and stubborn and far too needy. I could go on.
November 27, 2024 at 9:20 AM
I like you more than you like me, and that’s okay too. I’m serious. I know you all think of me as willfully oblivious and foolish, but I know what I’m like. I talk too much and I think too highly of myself, I’m moralistic and stubborn and far too needy. I could go on.
If it’s any consolation… he really did want to fuck you.
November 27, 2024 at 5:20 AM
If it’s any consolation… he really did want to fuck you.
I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam, and no one in her right mind would make my home her home.
November 27, 2024 at 3:20 AM
I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam, and no one in her right mind would make my home her home.
You can die for it – an idea, or the world. People have done so, brilliantly, letting their small bodies be bound to the stake, creating an unforgettable fury of light.
November 27, 2024 at 1:20 AM
You can die for it – an idea, or the world. People have done so, brilliantly, letting their small bodies be bound to the stake, creating an unforgettable fury of light.
Writing a report. It’s not a business report. It’s writing about something you feel passionate about that you want to share with other people. I’m not sure that the rest of the world after elementary school encourages you to actually do that.
November 26, 2024 at 11:20 PM
Writing a report. It’s not a business report. It’s writing about something you feel passionate about that you want to share with other people. I’m not sure that the rest of the world after elementary school encourages you to actually do that.
Isn’t that so sweet? And well… one thing led to another, and last night we went out on our first date. I just have to tell you about it! I have certain obligations, though, so first, let’s get to the news.
November 26, 2024 at 7:20 PM
Isn’t that so sweet? And well… one thing led to another, and last night we went out on our first date. I just have to tell you about it! I have certain obligations, though, so first, let’s get to the news.
It is work to speak of my Father. My Father. His body was whole till they Stopped it. Suddenly. With a short shot.
November 26, 2024 at 5:20 PM
It is work to speak of my Father. My Father. His body was whole till they Stopped it. Suddenly. With a short shot.
I never wanted to love you. I only wanted to love and not be blamed. Let me go – you should know, I'm not ashamed to have loved you.
November 26, 2024 at 1:20 PM
I never wanted to love you. I only wanted to love and not be blamed. Let me go – you should know, I'm not ashamed to have loved you.
I can’t ever remember having enjoyed the presence of anyone so much in my home. You really are a bright light and are perhaps the best person in the world for shaking me out of my propensity for laziness and self-pity. Is there any way to bottle you?
November 26, 2024 at 11:20 AM
I can’t ever remember having enjoyed the presence of anyone so much in my home. You really are a bright light and are perhaps the best person in the world for shaking me out of my propensity for laziness and self-pity. Is there any way to bottle you?
It’s not irregular or aberrant to feel despair. This is part of survival. Your shame is forming your despair into a merciless story about your worth. Don’t let it do that.
November 26, 2024 at 7:20 AM
It’s not irregular or aberrant to feel despair. This is part of survival. Your shame is forming your despair into a merciless story about your worth. Don’t let it do that.
A million faces, but all I'm seeing is you! I'm stopping strangers and telling them your name!
November 26, 2024 at 5:20 AM
A million faces, but all I'm seeing is you! I'm stopping strangers and telling them your name!
I died that day and I knew it was Valentine’s Day because it has always been my goal to be in love and to get a proper valentine and to not be lonely but to have someone who loves me so much that they miss me when I’m not there.
November 26, 2024 at 3:20 AM
I died that day and I knew it was Valentine’s Day because it has always been my goal to be in love and to get a proper valentine and to not be lonely but to have someone who loves me so much that they miss me when I’m not there.
In a thousand years time, you won’t remember me.
Yes I will. I promise. I will.
Yes I will. I promise. I will.
November 26, 2024 at 1:20 AM
In a thousand years time, you won’t remember me.
Yes I will. I promise. I will.
Yes I will. I promise. I will.
… but It Cannot Be A Mistake to have cared … It Cannot Be An Error to have tried … It Cannot Be Incorrect to have loved
November 25, 2024 at 11:20 PM
… but It Cannot Be A Mistake to have cared … It Cannot Be An Error to have tried … It Cannot Be Incorrect to have loved
We’re all sort of quietly suffering as we go about our days, trying and failing to communicate to other people what we want and what we believe.
November 25, 2024 at 9:20 PM
We’re all sort of quietly suffering as we go about our days, trying and failing to communicate to other people what we want and what we believe.
Sometimes I think I enjoy suffering. But I know I’d prefer something else.
November 25, 2024 at 7:20 PM
Sometimes I think I enjoy suffering. But I know I’d prefer something else.
When I find that a knife’s sticking out of my side, I’ll pull it out without questioning why.
November 25, 2024 at 5:20 PM
When I find that a knife’s sticking out of my side, I’ll pull it out without questioning why.
Where the pine trees smell of butterscotch and the thunder greets the rain.
November 25, 2024 at 3:20 PM
Where the pine trees smell of butterscotch and the thunder greets the rain.
Need something explained in language that for all you know could be scientific? Feel free to drop by his lab. Sometimes he’ll be there. Sometimes it’s date night, and he’s with me. I am his boyfriend. I don’t know if I mentioned that.
November 25, 2024 at 1:20 PM
Need something explained in language that for all you know could be scientific? Feel free to drop by his lab. Sometimes he’ll be there. Sometimes it’s date night, and he’s with me. I am his boyfriend. I don’t know if I mentioned that.
Four years and I’m hollowing out.
November 25, 2024 at 11:20 AM
Four years and I’m hollowing out.
A few minutes ago, I got the most interesting voicemail from my most interesting husband. It’s our sixth anniversary today, you know. Anyway, he was so excited, I’ve never heard him talk so fast in his life.
November 25, 2024 at 9:20 AM
A few minutes ago, I got the most interesting voicemail from my most interesting husband. It’s our sixth anniversary today, you know. Anyway, he was so excited, I’ve never heard him talk so fast in his life.
But that there’s some circuit of reciprocity between these holding relations: your ability to hold me inside you, and mine to hold you inside me.
November 25, 2024 at 7:20 AM
But that there’s some circuit of reciprocity between these holding relations: your ability to hold me inside you, and mine to hold you inside me.
The songs have changed; the unspeakable has entered them.
The songs have changed, but really they are still quite beautiful.
They have been concentrated in a small space, the space of the mind.
They are dark, now, with desolation and anguish.
And yet the notes recur.
The songs have changed, but really they are still quite beautiful.
They have been concentrated in a small space, the space of the mind.
They are dark, now, with desolation and anguish.
And yet the notes recur.
November 25, 2024 at 5:20 AM
The songs have changed; the unspeakable has entered them.
The songs have changed, but really they are still quite beautiful.
They have been concentrated in a small space, the space of the mind.
They are dark, now, with desolation and anguish.
And yet the notes recur.
The songs have changed, but really they are still quite beautiful.
They have been concentrated in a small space, the space of the mind.
They are dark, now, with desolation and anguish.
And yet the notes recur.
There should be absolutely no talking. Only singing.
November 25, 2024 at 3:20 AM
There should be absolutely no talking. Only singing.