i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
which magnetises chains of pins
i understand
isaac
abrar?
send your tumblr
i have read not even 1 book
Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
that looks like my instagram account
plato
Thank you, Jack
was it worth it
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
ahnaf abrar
have you read
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
like first name
i dont understand magnetisation
was it worth it
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
like magnets
what do you think my name is
The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
i really havent
As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.
we need to be deconstructing our identities