クリスマスっぽい天使さん。

i miss some of the friends on my old account...

lagomorph was so nice

there are those endlessly more kind than i am. and it is disorienting.
i dont feel like i have as much room for others in my life..

the true gods are the nonvoices inside your head.

worship the thread of kindness in your soul
lest you worship its violence and cruelty instead

we see our hope in the pareidolia of our memories

gods are fake. but the fake ones are much nicer than any of the ones you can find in the real world.

i miss when the candle of the my soul didnt feel so dim.

when life was more than smoke.