Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

Better Lift

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting


Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

lol

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

plato

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

ahnaf abrar

i love it here

i was tempted to lie about my name

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them