It Will Get Lighter
sorry i am texting like a slav
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"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
It Will Get Lighter
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They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks
for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider
this the founding document of iw.gl
Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression
Picture
no i haven't really read anything
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Lift and confinement – The crowded, immovable lift represents feeling
trapped or constrained in real life, either by social expectations,
relationships, or internal emotions. The inability to speak in front of
others suggests suppressed feelings or fear of judgment.
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Unexpected confession – The girl saying “I think I might love you” could
symbolize longing for connection or recognition. It may reflect
unacknowledged desires, vulnerability, or anxiety about intimacy.
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Forest and snow – The transition to a snowy forest signals escape into the
subconscious, a place of solitude, reflection, and emotional processing.
Snow often represents purity, stillness, or emotional coldness, while dusk
points to transition or uncertainty.
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The fox – Foxes are traditionally symbols of cunning, intuition, and
guidance, but here it’s more ethereal: its bites are gentle yet noticeable,
suggesting a confrontation with subtle truths, small regrets, or lessons
that must be acknowledged. The unspoken apology indicates things left
unresolved or feelings that cannot be expressed.
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Death or dissolution – Dying in the dream often doesn’t mean literal death;
it represents transformation, the end of a phase, or surrendering control.
It can indicate letting go of fear, old habits, or emotional blockages.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my
silmarillion, my tempelos
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i
probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable
in a way that was engaging to me
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty
cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.