Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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.

...

bro i read nothing in my life

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

and the fake qualifier

wait what is that

send link

send your tumblr

you cannot feed someone truth

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

is everyoneback on tumblr now

god being the centre magnet

its performative

I Write Goodbye Letter

bro i read nothing in my life

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

was it worth it

or never left

its good

fw

Picture

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

we need to be deconstructing our identities

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos