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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Worse Lift

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.

kind of mythopoesis

Better Lift

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

was it worth it

i dont understand magnetisation

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

currently

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

hello reader,

Thank you, Jack

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

It Will Get Lighter

and the fake qualifier