I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

13, H, grate

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

1

no longer writing in the third person

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

in a post. I want to be remembered

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

its good

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

we can only engage in such a way