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.

Rain, starting

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Worse Lift

It Will Get Lighter

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

it is hopeful

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

Thank you, Jack

IWGD

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

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

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

I Write Goodbye Letter

no longer writing in the third person

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