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.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

13, H, grate

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Rain, starting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59


Lift Analysis

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

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part of an old note. It will get lighter.

bro i read nothing in my life

the site i am dreaming

hello reader,

I Write Goodbye Letter

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!