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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.

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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

all that is to say

we can only engage in such a way

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

hello reader,

Lift Analysis

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

kind of mythopoesis