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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I am below everything.

in a post. I want to be remembered

It Will Get Lighter

Slug

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.

i really havent

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

2 (actually index). two is company

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46