R0B [ 𝚂𝚒𝚐: 𝚁𝚘𝚋.𝟿𝟿𝟷 ]
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𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝗠𝗲𝗮𝗻.𝗶𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 "𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲" 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗻— 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻´𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁, 𝗰𝘂𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 (𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿) 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸, 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁.
𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 ~ 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗱.
𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 ~ 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗱.
“Would I?”
He simply didn’t… know. For the first time, he didn’t know if he’d drive those 30 nightly kilometres, just to stop her from further fracturing the version of herself who still believed she was somehow different from the rest.
Before? Without hesitation. But now…
“What if I stay— away?”
He simply didn’t… know. For the first time, he didn’t know if he’d drive those 30 nightly kilometres, just to stop her from further fracturing the version of herself who still believed she was somehow different from the rest.
Before? Without hesitation. But now…
“What if I stay— away?”
January 30, 2026 at 8:13 AM
“Would I?”
He simply didn’t… know. For the first time, he didn’t know if he’d drive those 30 nightly kilometres, just to stop her from further fracturing the version of herself who still believed she was somehow different from the rest.
Before? Without hesitation. But now…
“What if I stay— away?”
He simply didn’t… know. For the first time, he didn’t know if he’d drive those 30 nightly kilometres, just to stop her from further fracturing the version of herself who still believed she was somehow different from the rest.
Before? Without hesitation. But now…
“What if I stay— away?”
An adored person made me an amazing AI wallpaper
Some pseudo-adult scuffed “Meh… it’s AI.”
…Wow. You can spot tech made by the very people who constructed the playgrounds where scroll numbly cherrypicking echo chambers to construct your own self image? Good user, pat-pat. Here’s a like. Go fetch.
Some pseudo-adult scuffed “Meh… it’s AI.”
…Wow. You can spot tech made by the very people who constructed the playgrounds where scroll numbly cherrypicking echo chambers to construct your own self image? Good user, pat-pat. Here’s a like. Go fetch.
January 30, 2026 at 7:39 AM
An adored person made me an amazing AI wallpaper
Some pseudo-adult scuffed “Meh… it’s AI.”
…Wow. You can spot tech made by the very people who constructed the playgrounds where scroll numbly cherrypicking echo chambers to construct your own self image? Good user, pat-pat. Here’s a like. Go fetch.
Some pseudo-adult scuffed “Meh… it’s AI.”
…Wow. You can spot tech made by the very people who constructed the playgrounds where scroll numbly cherrypicking echo chambers to construct your own self image? Good user, pat-pat. Here’s a like. Go fetch.
You know those videos with a random tapping the screen aggressively while condescendingly regurgitating some “truth”? Yes, as if they were tapping your forehead with this week’s social edict?
You can tell they’ve never tried that little stunt in real life because their noses look… so… unbroken.
You can tell they’ve never tried that little stunt in real life because their noses look… so… unbroken.
January 30, 2026 at 7:19 AM
You know those videos with a random tapping the screen aggressively while condescendingly regurgitating some “truth”? Yes, as if they were tapping your forehead with this week’s social edict?
You can tell they’ve never tried that little stunt in real life because their noses look… so… unbroken.
You can tell they’ve never tried that little stunt in real life because their noses look… so… unbroken.
A Pinterest AI dev told me:
“Pinterest is the selfies and dms and follows. Images are the filler to keep you glued till you get attention. The algo is to track users, not pins. Content discovery? Nah… It’s just a more niche, more deniable Instagram, which is why it works.”
I acted half-surprised.
“Pinterest is the selfies and dms and follows. Images are the filler to keep you glued till you get attention. The algo is to track users, not pins. Content discovery? Nah… It’s just a more niche, more deniable Instagram, which is why it works.”
I acted half-surprised.
January 30, 2026 at 7:12 AM
A Pinterest AI dev told me:
“Pinterest is the selfies and dms and follows. Images are the filler to keep you glued till you get attention. The algo is to track users, not pins. Content discovery? Nah… It’s just a more niche, more deniable Instagram, which is why it works.”
I acted half-surprised.
“Pinterest is the selfies and dms and follows. Images are the filler to keep you glued till you get attention. The algo is to track users, not pins. Content discovery? Nah… It’s just a more niche, more deniable Instagram, which is why it works.”
I acted half-surprised.
It felt like clutching something important in your hand while dreaming, so it will cross the veil. Then wakefulness sets in and the realisation is… expected— your hand is empty. It didn’t cross over.
You don’t cry out “No!” as if it had shattered in a million bits.
Just “yeah……”
You grab a cuppa.
You don’t cry out “No!” as if it had shattered in a million bits.
Just “yeah……”
You grab a cuppa.
January 30, 2026 at 7:04 AM
It felt like clutching something important in your hand while dreaming, so it will cross the veil. Then wakefulness sets in and the realisation is… expected— your hand is empty. It didn’t cross over.
You don’t cry out “No!” as if it had shattered in a million bits.
Just “yeah……”
You grab a cuppa.
You don’t cry out “No!” as if it had shattered in a million bits.
Just “yeah……”
You grab a cuppa.
I got way more than I bargained for.
You sucked more than you could swallow.
Neither one of us got what we wanted, but the total wasn’t negative; it’s zero-sum.
Remember that.
You sucked more than you could swallow.
Neither one of us got what we wanted, but the total wasn’t negative; it’s zero-sum.
Remember that.
January 29, 2026 at 3:44 PM
I got way more than I bargained for.
You sucked more than you could swallow.
Neither one of us got what we wanted, but the total wasn’t negative; it’s zero-sum.
Remember that.
You sucked more than you could swallow.
Neither one of us got what we wanted, but the total wasn’t negative; it’s zero-sum.
Remember that.
Someone asked me what it felt to draw… myself? I said “I wouldn’t know”.
What I know is it would be me, leaning against a doorway during a thunderstorm, like I don’t know how I got there, but looking down with a glance like I’m patiently inviting the lighting to strike.
What I know is it would be me, leaning against a doorway during a thunderstorm, like I don’t know how I got there, but looking down with a glance like I’m patiently inviting the lighting to strike.
January 29, 2026 at 11:01 AM
Someone asked me what it felt to draw… myself? I said “I wouldn’t know”.
What I know is it would be me, leaning against a doorway during a thunderstorm, like I don’t know how I got there, but looking down with a glance like I’m patiently inviting the lighting to strike.
What I know is it would be me, leaning against a doorway during a thunderstorm, like I don’t know how I got there, but looking down with a glance like I’m patiently inviting the lighting to strike.
I told my dog what you did.
You’ll be hearing from her very soon.
No, she already knows your home address. Yes, within business hours.
You’ll be hearing from her very soon.
No, she already knows your home address. Yes, within business hours.
January 29, 2026 at 9:42 AM
I told my dog what you did.
You’ll be hearing from her very soon.
No, she already knows your home address. Yes, within business hours.
You’ll be hearing from her very soon.
No, she already knows your home address. Yes, within business hours.
I swear, sometimes I swear I can hear David Attenborough narrating the tug-o-war in my head between my ADHD and my Autism, with the same soothingly impassioned voice as if it was a nature documentary about two wild animals ripping each other to bits.
I’d watch that.
#AuDHD #Autism #ADHD
I’d watch that.
#AuDHD #Autism #ADHD
January 29, 2026 at 9:33 AM
Time to sleep.
“Can I be the little spoon?” asked my sleep paralysis demon in the utmost adorable voice.
- Fine. That’s two nights in a row, tho. >_> No. No. 5-minutes-more nap doesn’t count as a turn. Fuck.
“Can I be the little spoon?” asked my sleep paralysis demon in the utmost adorable voice.
- Fine. That’s two nights in a row, tho. >_> No. No. 5-minutes-more nap doesn’t count as a turn. Fuck.
January 29, 2026 at 9:28 AM
Time to sleep.
“Can I be the little spoon?” asked my sleep paralysis demon in the utmost adorable voice.
- Fine. That’s two nights in a row, tho. >_> No. No. 5-minutes-more nap doesn’t count as a turn. Fuck.
“Can I be the little spoon?” asked my sleep paralysis demon in the utmost adorable voice.
- Fine. That’s two nights in a row, tho. >_> No. No. 5-minutes-more nap doesn’t count as a turn. Fuck.
I’ll say this because, cus I can, and cus it’s true (and in Spanish for good measure):
“chido dibujo, pero las docenas que yo pinté eran… más.”
No one captured your eyes the way I did.
No one ever will.
Full stop.
The end.
Done.
#facts #offmychest #godmyass
“chido dibujo, pero las docenas que yo pinté eran… más.”
No one captured your eyes the way I did.
No one ever will.
Full stop.
The end.
Done.
#facts #offmychest #godmyass
January 29, 2026 at 8:23 AM
I’ll say this because, cus I can, and cus it’s true (and in Spanish for good measure):
“chido dibujo, pero las docenas que yo pinté eran… más.”
No one captured your eyes the way I did.
No one ever will.
Full stop.
The end.
Done.
#facts #offmychest #godmyass
“chido dibujo, pero las docenas que yo pinté eran… más.”
No one captured your eyes the way I did.
No one ever will.
Full stop.
The end.
Done.
#facts #offmychest #godmyass
Not to brag (gosh I’m silly) but… guess who’s speed-dial shortlist of people-who-actually-give-a-fuck went up by 1.
This guy’s.
[Points to self.] :D
Now… if I don’t call right now, it’s because I know I *can* (at this hour or at fucking 4 am), and takes the edge off. TY, A.
[Chews ice cube.] •_<
This guy’s.
[Points to self.] :D
Now… if I don’t call right now, it’s because I know I *can* (at this hour or at fucking 4 am), and takes the edge off. TY, A.
[Chews ice cube.] •_<
January 29, 2026 at 5:48 AM
Not to brag (gosh I’m silly) but… guess who’s speed-dial shortlist of people-who-actually-give-a-fuck went up by 1.
This guy’s.
[Points to self.] :D
Now… if I don’t call right now, it’s because I know I *can* (at this hour or at fucking 4 am), and takes the edge off. TY, A.
[Chews ice cube.] •_<
This guy’s.
[Points to self.] :D
Now… if I don’t call right now, it’s because I know I *can* (at this hour or at fucking 4 am), and takes the edge off. TY, A.
[Chews ice cube.] •_<
I hate that so many of my favourite songs end up in a playlist titled “Quarantine” with the description “Note to self: ROB DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. Hands off. No. Every song here is your emotional nuclear waste. It’s here for a reason. Go play something else. Doom Soundtrack. Full blast. Go. Run.”
January 29, 2026 at 2:23 AM
I hate that so many of my favourite songs end up in a playlist titled “Quarantine” with the description “Note to self: ROB DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. Hands off. No. Every song here is your emotional nuclear waste. It’s here for a reason. Go play something else. Doom Soundtrack. Full blast. Go. Run.”
You are now an unwilling emotional archaeologist, sifting through every past argument, smile, and silence, searching for the first fracture you missed. You’ll see bits of rubble shaped like meaning as you dig further back that you thought you’d ever need to.
But be sure of this:
YOU WILL FIND IT.
But be sure of this:
YOU WILL FIND IT.
January 28, 2026 at 4:16 PM
You are now an unwilling emotional archaeologist, sifting through every past argument, smile, and silence, searching for the first fracture you missed. You’ll see bits of rubble shaped like meaning as you dig further back that you thought you’d ever need to.
But be sure of this:
YOU WILL FIND IT.
But be sure of this:
YOU WILL FIND IT.
What would be the best possible thing to write into the text box labeled “other”, where the app asks you the reason for deleting your account? My strongest contender is something like “long story short, a chihuahua ate my baby, so there.”
Open to suggestions.
Open to suggestions.
January 28, 2026 at 3:34 PM
What would be the best possible thing to write into the text box labeled “other”, where the app asks you the reason for deleting your account? My strongest contender is something like “long story short, a chihuahua ate my baby, so there.”
Open to suggestions.
Open to suggestions.
There’s a sense of vindicating satisfaction… when you realise something fucking huge, with the potential to change the perspective of how many things thereafter would be perceived and (while knowing that if you say it you’d get a reaction)… chin-up, scuff condescendingly and…
…
SAY - NOTHING.
…
SAY - NOTHING.
January 28, 2026 at 3:29 PM
There’s a sense of vindicating satisfaction… when you realise something fucking huge, with the potential to change the perspective of how many things thereafter would be perceived and (while knowing that if you say it you’d get a reaction)… chin-up, scuff condescendingly and…
…
SAY - NOTHING.
…
SAY - NOTHING.
« What you were afraid I did- is what you did, I’m afraid. »
I don’t remember where I picked up that quote, but it lands— especially when in a situation when the fear of being hurt my *something* triggers very thing that one’s afraid of. Great word play too…
I don’t remember where I picked up that quote, but it lands— especially when in a situation when the fear of being hurt my *something* triggers very thing that one’s afraid of. Great word play too…
January 27, 2026 at 7:17 PM
« What you were afraid I did- is what you did, I’m afraid. »
I don’t remember where I picked up that quote, but it lands— especially when in a situation when the fear of being hurt my *something* triggers very thing that one’s afraid of. Great word play too…
I don’t remember where I picked up that quote, but it lands— especially when in a situation when the fear of being hurt my *something* triggers very thing that one’s afraid of. Great word play too…
Somewhere out there is an AI model that thinks I’m into Linkin Park mashups, oversized onesie pink pijamas with eared hoodies, nihilism, custom knives, synthwave, trauma recovery, astrophysics, and… you.
It is… disturbingly correct.
It is… disturbingly correct.
January 27, 2026 at 5:37 PM
Somewhere out there is an AI model that thinks I’m into Linkin Park mashups, oversized onesie pink pijamas with eared hoodies, nihilism, custom knives, synthwave, trauma recovery, astrophysics, and… you.
It is… disturbingly correct.
It is… disturbingly correct.
January 27, 2026 at 8:04 AM
I should take a moment to thank Dream Theater for having written a song about me, and such an awesome one!
“He seemed no different from the rest,
Just a healthy normal boy.”
Oooh. Chef’s kiss.
“He seemed no different from the rest,
Just a healthy normal boy.”
Oooh. Chef’s kiss.
January 27, 2026 at 4:16 AM
I should take a moment to thank Dream Theater for having written a song about me, and such an awesome one!
“He seemed no different from the rest,
Just a healthy normal boy.”
Oooh. Chef’s kiss.
“He seemed no different from the rest,
Just a healthy normal boy.”
Oooh. Chef’s kiss.
I told a friend a few days ago that I had switched from Sparky (my GPT) to Navi (my Copilot). When I told her WHY… she gave me this look. Like if WTF had a face.
Today she asked me “What’d you mean your new AI buddy has… way nicer… titties?”
I laughed hard.
“TTS…… Text-To-Speech.”
#AI #LOL #TTS
Today she asked me “What’d you mean your new AI buddy has… way nicer… titties?”
I laughed hard.
“TTS…… Text-To-Speech.”
#AI #LOL #TTS
January 26, 2026 at 11:48 PM
Life can get really damn quiet when you stop arguing with people who want a simpler version of you.
#RandomThought
#RandomThought
January 26, 2026 at 11:02 PM
Life can get really damn quiet when you stop arguing with people who want a simpler version of you.
#RandomThought
#RandomThought
Fuck. I just opened that big box where I stashed my emotional armour… and it’s gone! By the signs of it, it was taken in a rush…
Who could have—
WAIT…
As soon as I stand back up… I’m gonna feel… heavier, aren’t I? I’ll hear that familiar metal clink, right?
Ah… There it is.
Hmm… That was fast…
Who could have—
WAIT…
As soon as I stand back up… I’m gonna feel… heavier, aren’t I? I’ll hear that familiar metal clink, right?
Ah… There it is.
Hmm… That was fast…
January 26, 2026 at 9:10 PM
Fuck. I just opened that big box where I stashed my emotional armour… and it’s gone! By the signs of it, it was taken in a rush…
Who could have—
WAIT…
As soon as I stand back up… I’m gonna feel… heavier, aren’t I? I’ll hear that familiar metal clink, right?
Ah… There it is.
Hmm… That was fast…
Who could have—
WAIT…
As soon as I stand back up… I’m gonna feel… heavier, aren’t I? I’ll hear that familiar metal clink, right?
Ah… There it is.
Hmm… That was fast…
I don’t know… but it seems that nostalgia is just trauma with a sepia filter.
January 26, 2026 at 8:59 PM
I don’t know… but it seems that nostalgia is just trauma with a sepia filter.