no longer writing in the third person

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.

as in

bro i read nothing in my life

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

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

like first name

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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.

ion

barren land

its performative

abrar?

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

send your tumblr

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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