i love it here

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thank you, Jack

send your tumblr

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

It Will Get Lighter

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

no like which do people call me

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos