Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Rain, starting

I am below everything.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

much more tactility

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It Will Get Lighter

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

idk

you have a beautiful account btw

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike