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.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

its performative

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

your feed looks like my tumblr

is everyoneback on tumblr now

idk

was it worth it

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

lol yea

barren land

Can I see

brb i will read and reply sincerely

bro i read nothing in my life

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

that looks like my instagram account

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

I am below everything.

and the fake qualifier

Better Lift

what do you mean

so at the end

kind of mythopoesis

isaac newton

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i was tempted to lie about my name

2 (actually index). two is company