Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
no longer writing in the third person
Better Lift
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.god being the centre magnet
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
ion
idk
is everyoneback on tumblr now
that looks like my instagram account
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate