ahnaf abrar

kind of mythopoesis

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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.

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

hiding from the rain

Style

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

currently

all that is to say

Can I see

i see a website

in a post. I want to be remembered

IWGD

that looks like my instagram account

i love it here

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

isaac

isaac newton