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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

It Will Get Lighter

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

in a post. I want to be remembered

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

plato

isaac

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

ion

sorry i am texting like a slav

send your tumblr

whats your name?

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

no i haven't really read anything

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