wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

no longer writing in the third person

13, H, grate

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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.

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.


Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

hello reader,

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

...

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

idk