Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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It Will Get Lighter

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

lol yea

idk

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

its good

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

that looks like my instagram account

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

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

autonomy of learning

not their contents

hiding from the rain

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13, H, grate

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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

send your tumblr