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.

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

13, H, grate

but i respect your search

It Will Get Lighter

lol

is everyoneback on tumblr now

what do you mean

It Will Get Lighter

sorry i am texting like a slav

like magnets

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

whats your name?