not their contents
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
its good
barren land
is this you as well
was it worth it
whats your name?
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
isaac newton
like magnets
isaac
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
wait what is that
December 2025
ion
that looks like my instagram account
not so on: yvf(wthw)
...
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.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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.