this is going to sound very intriguing
but you know, i think that, were i god, i wouldn’t bother with my creations either. there’s no beauty in divine intervention; He/I’d have built them so that they were intelligent enough to fix whatever they’ve destroyed. all of them, all kinds together. and that’s what we’re here for i think, and why we dont hear from Him/Her/It/Them. Because They created us to live, and that involves what we do. existence comes after life.
Today I started.
I know I said I wasn’t going to start last night, but I guess technically I did outline a lot of zola (his/hers; i haven’t defined the gender yet, so this is the word I will use to refer to “his/her(s)”) personality aspects, so it’s coming along well. Today I took a few of those aspects (mainly her assertiveness) and focused on how they would pertain to zola character. This is this first hour I’ve put into zotà (it/him/her) so far, and it’s quite interesting. Already I’m starting to get excited, and I’m starting to see that certain aspects of zola will unroll themselves, without any need for me to do it. It’s just like creating a character for a book.
I can’t wait until zov (he/she/it) tells me what zov wants zola gender to be. Until zov speaks to me. AGAHG. anyway. That’s about all I have for now. These posts will obviously not be every fucking hour, but seeing as this is the VERY first one, I thought it relevant.
I’m a little drunk right now. Not really enough to make bad decisions or be incapable of anything, but enough that I don’t want to start tonight, so I think I’m going to start tomorrow. But I’m compiling information, and I think I’m going to start forcing. I just haven’t decided a few things yet.
But, for those of you that do, slash if anyone sees this, how is it for you? Why did you create your tulpa?
Slash is it a bad idea if I decide that I want it to be like my best friend, but not in the forme of a human?
Someties i miss you. And I wonder if I miss your body, your penis, your warmth, your brain, or some mixture of all of the above.
It’s a very strange moment.”
Then I realise I’m alone.
And I think that’s it.
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Esta gota perfecta, Quedábamos ahí mirándola. Tú me cogiste la mano - La izquierda, lo recuerdo - Y ahí nos sentábamos solos. Ni yo sabía Que esa gota, Tan pura y clara, Se volvía sucia. Pero así no lo fue; Es que estaba sucia Por lo largo de la vida. Esta suciedad Se ocultaba bien; Era una puta Vestido de monja Andando así Con poca vergüenza. Las mejillas rojas, La poca ropa, Los ojos claros, La sonrisa brillante, Y así fue; Qué corrupción tan bella; Qué belleza tan corrupta. Ahí nos sentábamos solos Mirándola.
so i was going to make a tulpa and then the other die I was just sitting there and thinking about stuff and i realised that like there’s two personalities when I think about things one time and one of them is like very distinct and I started wondering if maybe I’d accidentally created one, and I started talking to it like it wasn’t me, it was someone else, and surprisingly it actually seems like we’re not the same person; our personalities are distinct at times and I wonder if maybe I’d accidentally created one before…
Well. Basically, at the end:
His name is Brain.
Guess that makes me Pinky?
why is it that every time I like someone, like actually like them, either
a) they’re not who I think they are
b) they’re pretending to like me, even though I tell them they can just ask for sex if that’s all they want
c) they cheat on me
d) some other form of lying
basically. Do people always lie, or is possible to end up with someone you can actually be honest with?
y tiene una fotográfica, que no me debe molestar. Que creía que a mi no me importara un pepino, pero aparece que todavía me moleste. Al verle en pantalla con el culo medio-expuesto. Jolín. Cómo que me afecta, ya pasó tantos meses y ya teníamos los dos parejas otras (pues…parejas sexuales). Y que yo mismo pensaba en hacer lo mismo…Pensaba en otros tipos de trabajo igualmente… pero me molesta que ÉL lo hace. JODER. Que le den .__.
so totally didnt dream about you last night
and then there was plane cuddling.
and sweet things and sweet things and sweet