One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

currently

IWGD

isaac newton

its good

what do you mean

plato

idk

sorry i am texting like a slav

whats your name?

is everyoneback on tumblr now