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not so on: yvf(wthw)

It Will Get Lighter

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my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

i dont understand magnetisation

December 2025

we can only engage in such a way

you cannot feed someone truth

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

that looks like my instagram account

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

and the fake qualifier

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

It Will Get Lighter

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.

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

Picture

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

its performative

"Put a blanket."