i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some
insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Slug
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
bro i read nothing in my life
It Will Get Lighter
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.
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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.
that looks like my instagram account
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty
cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or
she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim
silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks
for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
