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 see a website

Picture

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

all that is to say

lol

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Slug

brb i will read and reply sincerely

...

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

or never left

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

idk

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