and the curtains open once more.

in my isat era guys help this game has taken over my life || they/them || i draw and write sometimes and oc post even rarer

[homohypnoticus]

memory play where the hypnotist also forgets. no one knows anything

[babushkaat]

[starvariety]

a handprint made in concrete is just the image of a hand, it’s not the real thing. or, it’s the absence of a hand, more than anything, the negative space. the casing around where it should be. it’s an indent that was made from something real - that could not have existed without something real - but it’s not the real thing, it’s just trying to be. maybe it’s not even trying. you put your hand there with your mother and the concrete remembers, and the handprint doesn’t even know why it exists, it just does. if we can make copies and not-things from real things in the world, who’s the say the world couldn’t do that itself? does it even need to know why?

[feliz-navidad]

"What if my friends secretly hate me?" What if they pray for you before bed? What if they hear a song come on and it makes them immediately think of you? What if when times are hard for them, they close their eyes and think of the memories they've shared with you? What if they study your face closely to see how you're feeling? What if they listen to your stories? What if they smile when you text them first? What if

[pinniposting]

everyone knows what a baby harp seal looks like, but here’s an adult! this one’s tracker makes it look like a live bomb

photo: W.J. Grecian, SMRU

[littleguysdaily]

[b1rd-watch]

@lasttrailblazer

[laya-snowfeather]

projecting my period cramps onto harley sawyer (i have read one ☝️ poppy playtime fic) (i hate him)

[yesmeowstress]

"Let's just drop the subject"

Me, a hypnotist: "lmao okay"

[qqchurch]

normal things for brain fog havers

[beardedmrbean]

[dogpuppy]

I wish I could have heard you sing this… I bet you have a beautiful voice

[dogpuppy]

I love you sooooooooo much

[pukicho]

No one has ever made money

[aldriix]

guess whose back, back again @totally-tranced is back, tell a friend

Mostly got bored. Get inducted, idiot

Visualization inductions take perhaps some of the most initial buy in of the styles I have at my disposal. Rather than leading you to a mental state with twisting words, or forcing one by first directing your physical state with breathing exercises and physical relaxation, this one requires an agreement. The agreement that when I say picture this place or thing in your mind, that you will, and that you will continue to as you read my words. That both makes my job easier and harder. In the end of it, hypnosis is majority buy-in, so getting that commitment from the jump is a strong reason to believe that further work will be justified. At the same time, it is my job to know what images will hold fast in your mind, and what will leave you confused or unimpressed. And yet, that is a burden I welcome.

So, picture with me, a room. Dimly lit, cozy, filled with whatever brick-a-brack you desire. The details aren't important to me- it is your room after all. All I care about is that you are there, and I am there, and it is comfortable enough for you to relax. That is all.

This room is yours to customize, yours to explore. Yours to decorate. I am but a guest. But I brought something with me. A projector. Something I can point at one of the blank walls to make the space feel changed, if just for a little bit.

So, imagine with me, I turn on my projector. It hums, subtlety, and suddenly, on the blank wall, a jungle appears. Reach out- you can actually move your arm if you'd like- and you probably won't feel anything. And yet the jungle on that wall looks as real as anything else in this room. That jungle that is now part of your room.

And like the rest, you can choose to explore it. Decide to move through the space, and suddenly, you're pushing through leaves- they rustle as you pass them by. There's a crunch as you step over twigs, and birdsong can be heard in the air. Its a forest.

And yet, when you turn back, its only your room.

And then, its only words on a screen.

That's all for today, but this is a space I can imagine holding a lot of intrigue! Cheers!

they call me the modern day picasso

[frontmansdefender]

[teathattast]

[visenyaism]

the concept of identifying as ‘neurospicy’ as a grown adult is lowkey unbearable to me. but I guess I don’t have to do it

[teathattast]

[drangel76]

WE FOUND MEXICO!!!!!

[teathattast]

[twig-the-escaped-cephalopod]

i am Thinkimg . about the Character. and listening to a Song. i a m sure this will not have repercussions