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.

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

like magnets

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i really havent

lol yea

your feed looks like my tumblr

the site i am dreaming

wait what is that

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf abrar

that looks like my instagram account

i want to do that too

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

Picture

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

was it worth it

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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

yeah

this will be about a slug
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

like first name

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

send link

send your tumblr

its good

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

as in

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