Style

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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 know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

hiding from the rain

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

is everyoneback on tumblr now

yeah

it is hopeful

i understand

IWGD

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

Picture

whats your name?

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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?

its good

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

thank you

have you read

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i dont understand magnetisation