There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
feel you
its good
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
December 2025
...
is this you as well
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.magnetises a pin
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He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
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.
Thank you, Jack