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 don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

really i want the internet

It Will Get Lighter

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

Better Lift

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thank you, Jack



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