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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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It Will Get Lighter

really i want the internet

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Can I see

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Today I felt like starting

"Put a blanket."

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

you have a beautiful account btw