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

Rain, starting

It Will Get Lighter

hiding from the rain

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

Slug

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

or never left

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

barren land

your feed looks like my tumblr

fw

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

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