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Hooke's law in motion: a dancer's joints anchor a real-time spring-mass lattice. Every extension, contraction, and twist propagates tension through the system; rendering these hypnotic, radiating dashed vectors as emergent force fields.

if you're reading this, unless 300 mg of x doesnt kill me, im probably dead. the past year and a half had its ups and its down but every up pushed me so much farther down. the stress became unbearable. every single person betrayed me in their own way and it all came to a head with one single person pushing my ignoring my boundaries as hard as they could and then playing victim. i love you all, every single one of you, and i wish i could stay, but i simply have no reason to. to everyone, im just a moral support housepet. to everyone else a sex object and nothing more. this was the last image taken of me, holding onto my roommate / technically girlfriend's plushie while she was partying with a group of trans people and getting probably better sex than i could ever give her. i missed her so, so, so so so much that day, and yet she abandoned me for a full 24 hours straight. i begged to god that id have my love back, but she had already found better people to hang around. i hope they house her well. i loved you all. i was too BPD for this world, and my roommate only really deflected to try and justify that her actions were okay. the blood is on her hands. maybe this document will get clowned on, but i dont really care. i love each and every single one of you, and all i had ever wished was to be treated kindly. not with any strings attached. my name was Elvira Epsilon. please remember my name. ill miss you all. every trans suicide is a murder. by neglect. my ridicule, my petty unsaid boundaries. and to you alyssa. i hope you're happy. you're free now to go party however you want without the anchor holding you down. i love you. i loved you so, so much. i was just to clearly too damaged to for you to be able to deal with. every time you wanted to leave without me and came back with someone new, i felt that void of never being able to make a friend the way you could have. please, keep that luck close to you. im sure you'll replace me soon. i love you. now, in heaven, in hell, forever.

My dear front-end developers (and anyone who’s interested in the future of interfaces): I have crawled through depths of hell to bring you, for the foreseeable years, one of the more important foundational pieces of UI engineering (if not in implementation then certainly at least in concept): Fast, accurate and comprehensive userland text measurement algorithm in pure TypeScript, usable for laying out entire web pages without CSS, bypassing DOM measurements and reflow

My dear front-end developers (and anyone who’s interested in the future of interfaces): I have crawled through depths of hell to bring you, for the foreseeable years, one of the more important foundational pieces of UI engineering (if not in implementation then certainly at least in concept): Fast, accurate and comprehensive userland text measurement algorithm in pure TypeScript, usable for laying out entire web pages without CSS, bypassing DOM measurements and reflow