Thank you, Jack

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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 Will Get Lighter

It Will Get Lighter

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

I Write Goodbye Letter

isaac

your feed looks like my tumblr

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

you cannot feed someone truth

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i dont understand magnetisation