a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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isaac

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

13, H, grate

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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

send link

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i really havent

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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

not so on: yvf(wthw)

its good short few pages

send your tumblr

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.

like magnets

much more tactility

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

isaac newton