There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
really i want the internet
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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
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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos