Better Lift

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

no longer writing in the third person

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your feed looks like my tumblr


bro i read nothing in my life

It Will Get Lighter

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

we need to be deconstructing our identities

propensity within someone

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

plato