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.

It Will Get Lighter

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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

really i want the internet

in a post. I want to be remembered

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

we can only engage in such a way

all that is to say

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

fw

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

magnetises a pin

plato

feel you

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate