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

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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

currently

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

is this you as well

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

so at the end

what do you think my name is