It Will Get Lighter

Rain, starting

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FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Worse Lift

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.

I am below everything.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.

IWGD

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

13, H, grate

this will be about a slug

i dont understand magnetisation

what do you mean

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

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

i really havent

i want to do that too

its good

It Will Get Lighter

i was tempted to lie about my name

Slug

plato

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things