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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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.

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.

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IWGD

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i really havent

yeah

Rain, starting

it is hopeful

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.

what do you mean

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

I am below everything.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason