in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

Style

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Better Lift

no longer writing in the third person

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

propensity within someone

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

like first name

all that is to say

or never left

no i haven't really read anything

its good short few pages

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.

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

magnetises a pin

i was tempted to lie about my name

plato

much more tactility