There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile
shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people
aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer
with. One of the good ones. Etc.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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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.
your feed looks like my tumblr
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
is everyoneback on tumblr now
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry
class
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But
like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it
recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare
seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too
specific.
bro i read nothing in my life
Slug
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with
it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
division of reality is straying away from it
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise
this is going to be awful.
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.