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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Style

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

you have a beautiful account btw

thank you

whats your name?

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i dont understand magnetisation

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

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.

isaac

like magnets

It Will Get Lighter

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

yeah

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

no i haven't really read anything

its good

isaac newton

Better Lift

plato

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

Picture

we need to be deconstructing our identities

is this you as well