its good

brb i will read and reply sincerely

13, H, grate

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.

Style

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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.

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

god being the centre magnet

have you read

is everyoneback on tumblr now

It Will Get Lighter

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

what do you think my name is

lol

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

yeah

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

i love it here

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?


its performative