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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

have you read

you have a beautiful account btw

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

isaac newton

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

lol yea

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

like magnets

which magnetises chains of pins

we need to be deconstructing our identities

plato

It's

dusk

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

sorry i am texting like a slav

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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.

division of reality is straying away from it

what do you think my name is

i love it here

is this you as well

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i really havent

its good