thank you

or never left

yeah

isaac

whats your name?

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

is everyoneback on tumblr now

its good

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.

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

1

in a post. I want to be remembered

its good

"Put a blanket."

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Rain, starting

no i haven't really read anything

i love it here

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

and the fake qualifier

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

It Will Get Lighter

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

feel you

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


Can I see

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

IWGD

abrar?