Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

it is hopeful

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.

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

...

not so on: yvf(wthw)

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

in a post. I want to be remembered

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

hello reader,

i really havent

December 2025