"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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.

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

"Put a blanket."

It Will Get Lighter

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

much more tactility

...

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.

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

yeah

I am below everything.

isaac

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

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.


barren land

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

the site i am dreaming

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

is everyoneback on tumblr now

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos