Rain, starting

no longer writing in the third person

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

13, H, grate

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

and the fake qualifier

what do you mean

isaac newton

i have read not even 1 book

i dont understand magnetisation

like magnets

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

what do you think my name is

god being the centre magnet

send your tumblr

idk