"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
part of an old note. It will get lighter.
bro i read nothing in my life
It Will Get Lighter
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we
watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the
bank.
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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.
Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion,
and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be
processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your
subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream
education now
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.
your feed looks like my tumblr
you cannot feed someone truth
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist
for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the
taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because
at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off
board but you seemed interesting
that looks like my instagram account
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.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
IWGD
