the site i am dreaming

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. 

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She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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.

Can I see

you have a beautiful account btw

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

send your tumblr

but really the thing should be autonomous

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

It Will Get Lighter

sorry i am texting like a slav

all that is to say

like first name

is this you as well

no like which do people call me

so the method has to be autonomous

like magnets

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

as in

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike