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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

the site i am dreaming

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

lol

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Rain, starting

yeah

you have a beautiful account btw

is everyoneback on tumblr now