you know how some people keep a box under their bed. old tickets, notes, random stuff that meant something at some point.
this is mine. just online.
im tynshi, just an ordinary guy in this corner of the internet. i created this website because i wanted a place for myself where i can put things and stuff, yknow? i listen to music a lot, and that changes quickly, just like i do. i also play video games sometimes, way later than everyone else. tbh i dont actually know who i am yet. im still figuring things out.
i like late nights, dim rooms, and screens glowing too long. i like old tech that still works, corrupted files, abandoned forums, and unfinished thoughts. rain hitting concrete. distortion that feels intentional. i find comfort in isolation, but not loneliness.
breakcore. alt metal. harsh noise. ambient stuff that sounds like a breakdown in mp3 form. basically anything that feels like static + emotion. forever digging for tracks that feel slightly unhinged but still hit perfect.
donnie darko, perfect blue, fight club, girl interrupted. weird horror >>> i like movies that make you question your sanity. bonus points if it looks low-budget, unsettling, and still hits harder than it should.
i read quotes and fragments more than full books, but also — house of leaves, the bell jar, no longer human. creepypasta counts as literature, right?
cats. all of them. they sleep 18 hours a day, knock things over for no reason, judge everyone silently, avoid productivity and grind culture entirely — and still get adored.
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a collection of frequencies for dissociation.
where the beats don't heal, they only break.
collections of obsessions. images saved from dead forums. the aesthetic of decay.
don't stay here forever. go explore.