Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
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.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
not their contents
so the method has to be autonomous
magnetisation/form
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
which magnetises chains of pins
ahnaf abrar
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
send your tumblr
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
thank you
i was tempted to lie about my name
as in
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?
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
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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 struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.