Истории Thinking

Just some poems I wrote. Mostly psychological, philosophical and metaphorical

What if almost everything people call "smart" is wrong? What if intelligence is not wisdom? What if wisdom is not goodness? And what if the people who speak with the most confidence are usually the ones who understand the least? This is not a novel. This is a short, dark philosophical book about intelligence, certainty, overconfidence, truth, and the dangerous side of seeing life too clearly. Some truths do not free you. They ruin the simple version of life you used to survive inside. If you've ever questioned people, beliefs, confidence, "deep" internet culture, or the way humans throw around words like smart, wise, and genius without understanding them, this book is for you. This is not here to motivate you. It is here to make you think twice before calling anyone wise. Including yourself. Written by JJ

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3:04 A.M. is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read - it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now."

We're no longer trying to understand - we're learning how to ask. This essay explores how neural networks and a new generation are quietly reshaping the way we think, work, and make decisions. And why this change might be bigger than it seems.

Thoughts from the throne Random Off the dome Candle

Just a way for me to get off things that are on my mind. If you stumble upon any of these poems, I hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

Just a collection of poetry i have written, no schedule, only uploading when i end up writing idk.

Tw: (possible) heavy topics? I intend for others not to see what I wrote as something I wrote but what they get from it and how they Interpret each so called poem or story. Some are sad, others are more so stories.(Some may be upsetting so, please do not read if you think it may be upsetting in anyway.) Anyways, enjoy! If you have any questions about them or any comments feel free to message me privately. Im here if you need me! Also, Image used in the cover photo isn't mine, credit goes to SC ➰ on twitter Edit* all the works that are written here are my own unless specifically stated otherwise with the authors permission ofc.*

i dont know what to put here so meow?

Meet Katherine she's weird, kind, sarcastic and stubborn. But she has her own dark secrets that she tries to escape everyday. Now meet Cannon Hunter, he's the most feared boy in town, rude and has no emotions and on top of that he has anger problems. He had no emotions before he met Katherine. Cannon is nothing but trouble and that's exactly what Katherine is trying to avoid. Will she turn bad again? or will she stay the sweet Kath? She made some stupid mistakes for love. I'm trying to update as much as possible.

This humanity I love, this humanity I despise It is all that we have, all that we are But what does it mean to be human ? Unavoidably, inevitably, irreducibly human Nothing more, nothing less Only human There are no gods, no devils here Only humans

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Little poems that I write to explain those heavy feelings. Those feelings we can't seem to name.

They taught him that honor is everything. That strength decides truth. That a life taken in a duel has meaning. Venture believed all of it until he didn't. Now, with every fight, a single question follows him: What is a life worth?

Feeling the Pressure of the World around, not a word was said but it echoed for miles. It begins to close in, thoughts begin to run ramped. The door swings open, as the steps gets closer. It's time to Breathe Quietly.

i know you'll never know

y/n was a cobra from the artic who is friends with snowy who is a white lion from the artic and they get lost and end up in the outlands and ran into scars army and y/n notices that the other cobra ushari had been acting strange around her

He took one more step towards me, fitting our bodies flush against each other. I could feel every hard ridge and elegant plane of his chest. “What is your name?” he asked me. His voice was smooth and seductive it pulled me from his spell, and reminded me we weren’t the only ones in the club. He was beguiling me, instead of the other way around. “Nika,” I said breathlessly. “Nika,” he rolled my name across his tongue as if testing the potency of it. “What's your name?” I asked him. “Lasher.” he said. “Lasher,” I whispered quietly.

​"God created souls; it is we, the humans, who have refashioned ourselves." ​Every soul has an architecture, but some are built on loathing. A deep, psychological journey into the characters we sculpt for our own solace, and the divine essence we lose along the way. ​Welcome to the architecture of our own making.

i dont know wht to put here soooooo um mew -w-