plato

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.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

but i respect your search

you have a beautiful account btw

13, H, grate

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

yes

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

propensity within someone

i have read not even 1 book

i see a website

as in

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.