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 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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

really i want the internet

IWGD

It Will Get Lighter

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Better Lift

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

magnetises a pin

plato

i love it here

yeah

abrar?

i want to do that too

It Will Get Lighter

no like which do people call me

autonomy of learning

it is hopeful

Worse Lift

i really havent