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i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox....
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
i really havent
your feed looks like my tumblr
or never left
that looks like my instagram account
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
have you read
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
is everyoneback on tumblr now
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
ion
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
send link
was it worth it
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03