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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

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. 

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in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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

It Will Get Lighter

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.

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

Better Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

brb i will read and reply sincerely

IWGD

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Style

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.