lol yea

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

It Will Get Lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

13, H, grate

It Will Get Lighter

Better Lift

Rain, starting

IWGD

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

no longer writing in the third person

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03