Better Lift

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.

plato

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

isaac

...

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

...

the site i am dreaming

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

so at the end

its good

plato

your feed looks like my tumblr

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

...

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

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

not their contents

bro i read nothing in my life

send link

It Will Get Lighter

send your tumblr

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.

was it worth it

isaac newton

yeah