is everyoneback on tumblr now

lol

magnetises a pin

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

It Will Get Lighter

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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?

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.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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.

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.

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Rain, starting

much more tactility

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it



and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

I Write Goodbye Letter

Lift Analysis