or never left

Rain, starting

It Will Get Lighter

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.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

that looks like my instagram account

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

autonomy of learning

propensity within someone

lol yea