I am below everything.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
barren land
much more tactility
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
autonomy of learning
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
was it worth it
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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you have a beautiful account btw
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.
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
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations: