a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.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.
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.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i was tempted to lie about my name
the site i am dreaming
I am below everything.
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
whats your name?
ion
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
its good short few pages
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.