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

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.

Picture

13, H, grate

Better Lift

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.

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

Today I felt like starting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

kind of mythopoesis

your feed looks like my tumblr

idk

December 2025

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

It Will Get Lighter

i really havent

send link

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

so at the end

this will be about a slug