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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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

hello reader,

Lift Analysis

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

Thank you, Jack

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

hiding from the rain

Lift Analysis

you cannot feed someone truth

it is hopeful