nolonger_wriitng

I write programs, books, ideas ? still clinging onto
Stuck in a loop, cell within cells? interlinked

[Luc @SiriusBonner]

@BroWire_ This is a Thai fitness/OF girl, Black Angel. Stupid fake news

[nolonger_wriitng @sheesh_boiii]

Finally made up my mind on using a constructor hidden starting method vs explicit startingMethod. Its either between do I wanna be an arsehole or not, hehehe

[nolonger_wriitng @sheesh_boiii]

While slowly realising how bad I am in learning to use lite sql dbs, found out its much easier to look at the namespace vs the webpage dos lul, somehow got hooked into inline XML documentations from 2016 libraries, cheeky gaps in support. Think I learnt more from VS hrefs ong

[nolonger_wriitng @sheesh_boiii]

@veratanva Donno who u are but. Less goo fellow humann

[YUDHO @YUDHO_XYZ]

ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔢

[naiive @naiivememe]

5 yo me eating mud instead of buying lands or NVIDIA shares in 1999

[REPLACED - Out Now! @REPLACEDGame]

This is the atmosphere in Phoenix-City! Have you explore it yet?

[Out of Context Human Race @NoContextHumans]

This is so true

[nolonger_wriitng @sheesh_boiii]

woke up today to realise, I fucked up, a lot recently but this time hit close to home. Realised I became too much of a foreigner to my own tongue and its tales.

So will I let myself learn back all the tinges. Purpose : Unkown

[nolonger_wriitng @sheesh_boiii]

kinda lore accurate lul

[PmAmTraveller @pmamtraveller]

the art installation "My best gun-branches" by Dutch artist Maarten Brinkman.

[巽一文字 @tatsumimimi]

私の描いたロボット漫画の第1話が公開されています。
下のリンクからご確認お願いします。
https://t.co/fArJ1NYO0v

[Ethan Klein @h3h3productions]

I’m in disbelief… still desperate to think this is part of an elaborate prank. That seems like something he’d do, right? The truth is, no matter how desperate I am to not believe it, my friend Oliver has passed away.

Oliver was such a unique soul, he had an ability that was unmatched by anyone else I know; to make friends in all corners of the world. Sincere friendship too, not just internet friendships of convenience.

He was one of the funniest people I’ve ever known. His style of self-deprecation was universal. Every media appearance he’s ever done was hilarious, refreshing and unique in a way that only he could bring.

He was a true artist, in every sense of the word. Everything he brought into the world, he brought with his true self. Every time he would come on our show, it would involve weeks of lengthy conversations of planning and brainstorming. Ordinary was never an option. It had to be the best possible appearance. And it always was. 

Music and film were his true passions. He produced every music video, every song with every ounce of his soul. He spent every dime to bring his vision to life. He had no use for money beyond what it could do to improve his art. He used to laugh about how he annoyed his label because he was always hitting them up for cash advances for his next big project. 

His support team was composed of his childhood friends, proof that he was the type of person that was fiercely loyal to those he loved. The type of genuine person that kept the same friends for life. And he was always adding more and more friends along the way.

He spent the last year traveling the world. Traveling across every inch. Visiting places I would never dream of going. He wanted to know the world and all its people, all the different types of ways people lived, so he could become an even more profound artist. I could see him evolving, growing, maturing, and the essence of what he collected was clear: love, friendship, art. All the things that transcended borders and time. Last we spoke, he was planning to go to Antarctica. 

“I totally get it if you can’t but it will be really special and would mean the world if you came through! Would love to see you both.”

That was the last thing he ever said to me. He was having an album release party. We didn’t make it.

Everything he touched was better for it. Every person he met was more whole for it. As a person, I’ve lost a dear friend and collaborator. But the real tragedy is that the world lost a true artist, a passionate and gifted story teller, and a radiant light that shined upon so many of us. His light is now extinguished and my life, and the world, is darker for it. 

I hope I can be more like Oliver Tree when I grow up. Bon voyage, my friend. See you on the other side. Life goes on and on and on without you.

[nolonger_wriitng @sheesh_boiii]

Joji - SOLARIS TOUR Station 🤌🤌

[nolonger_wriitng @sheesh_boiii]

So I dread again, not and longer,
and change sprouts with change,
to leave this distant land once more, like we did together
after her husband and gene sire mine sunk to ground
~Viva il Bello

[nolonger_wriitng @sheesh_boiii]

Her recent trips to these lands, and my time
to hold her hand-in-hands, in my roughen palms like my small hands used to,
now I ladden with weight n weathered,
on to the top of my palm,
my tiny hands no longed tiny as they promised to be.

[nolonger_wriitng @sheesh_boiii]

@abhiart Impeccably🤌. Just when I thought words would be only way to adorn the cosmic one. You've managed to capture the surreal experience his name would bequeath on a portrait. Thx🥳