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.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

"Put a blanket."

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Worse Lift

Picture

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

It Will Get Lighter

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

hiding from the rain

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

send link

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bro i read nothing in my life