is everyoneback on tumblr now
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It Will Get Lighter
we need to be deconstructing our identities
what do you think my name is
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
sorry i am texting like a slav
no i haven't really read anything
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Lift and confinement – The crowded, immovable lift represents feeling
trapped or constrained in real life, either by social expectations,
relationships, or internal emotions. The inability to speak in front of
others suggests suppressed feelings or fear of judgment.
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Unexpected confession – The girl saying “I think I might love you” could
symbolize longing for connection or recognition. It may reflect
unacknowledged desires, vulnerability, or anxiety about intimacy.
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Forest and snow – The transition to a snowy forest signals escape into the
subconscious, a place of solitude, reflection, and emotional processing.
Snow often represents purity, stillness, or emotional coldness, while dusk
points to transition or uncertainty.
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The fox – Foxes are traditionally symbols of cunning, intuition, and
guidance, but here it’s more ethereal: its bites are gentle yet noticeable,
suggesting a confrontation with subtle truths, small regrets, or lessons
that must be acknowledged. The unspoken apology indicates things left
unresolved or feelings that cannot be expressed.
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Death or dissolution – Dying in the dream often doesn’t mean literal death;
it represents transformation, the end of a phase, or surrendering control.
It can indicate letting go of fear, old habits, or emotional blockages.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry
class
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully
and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met
at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This
actor had scored a minor role in
Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had
gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some
insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
your feed looks like my tumblr
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't
think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre
experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
2 (actually index). two is company
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
