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.

bro i read nothing in my life

i really havent

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Better Lift

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

wait what is that

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

was it worth it

1

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

and the fake qualifier

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

in a post. I want to be remembered

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Worse Lift

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book