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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

currently

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

in a post. I want to be remembered

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

is everyoneback on tumblr now

not their contents

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Better Lift

you have a beautiful account btw

IWGD

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

we can only engage in such a way

what do you think my name is

hiding from the rain

all that is to say

and the fake qualifier

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

autonomy of learning

what do you mean

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.