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'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

hiding from the rain

Today I felt like starting


1

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.

Picture

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

1

. way too specific.

really i want the internet

2 (actually index). two is company

...

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

you have a beautiful account btw

December 2025