One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

brb i will read and reply sincerely

it is hopeful

13, H, grate

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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

no longer writing in the third person

your feed looks like my tumblr

much more tactility

what do you mean

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

its good

"Put a blanket."

i have read not even 1 book

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

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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

IWGD

plato