It Will Get Lighter

Picture

IWGD

in a post. I want to be remembered

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

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

Rain, starting

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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.

bro i read nothing in my life

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

hiding from the rain

like magnets

we can only engage in such a way

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

magnetisation/form

we need to be deconstructing our identities