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symbols, metaphors, patterns, fates, and dooms
i feel compelled to let everyone know that i have swiched to zen browser but i miss firefox i want to go back to firefox zen browser makes my digital home look so cold and uninviting and it looks made for those tech positivists who use ai tools to maximise the thought processes/workflow/decision-making or whatever they like doing with those
my boyfriends got a vasectomy let's gooo !!!!!
anyway let me tell you the very depraved and sadean dream i had the night before last. i was in a facility that looked like a big anatomical theatre but it was all concrete and quite ugly. in it were rows and rows of hollows, clear booths, tubs and beds where women were being displayed as sex objects, each representing a different kink. along the perimeter were a couple of ominous red doors which i knew would take you to torture rooms of something of that sort. the dream ended on a positive note though where i interact with one of those women who started giving me sex advice and telling me all about men's piss kink. i opened twitter and i saw my tumblr mutuals in the notifications probably liking a post i made about how i would fuck my blorbos which would make me panic irl but it made me really happy in the dream
i saved a precious friendship and i don't feel like i had to sell a piece of my soul
I have just stood before the open window of my bedroom and I have breathed in deeply all the honeysuckle-perfumed air, the sunshine, the snowdrops of winter, the carouses of spring, the primroses, the crooning pigeons, the trills of the birds, the entire procession of soft winds and cool smells of frail colors and petal-textured skies, the knotted snake greys of old vine roots, the vertical shoots of young branches, the dank smell of old leaves, of wet earth, of torn roots, and fresh-cut grass, winter, summer, and fall, sunrises and sunsets, storms and lulls, wheat and chestnuts, wild strawberries and wild roses, violets and damp logs, burnt fields and new poppies.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin Vol. I: 1931-1934
i feel so incredibly evil tonight i would kill each one of my twitter oomfs if i had healing powers i truly mean it
Feeling lonely in my castle of ideas and thoughts this evening
i want to listen to music but i've been starving my soul for more than a year now to see how much i can take
komako sakai, the snow day
味戸ケイコ (Keiko Ajito)
Vogue Italia (1997) | ph. Ellen von Unwerth
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Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975) dir. Peter Weir
just had the craziest and most lynchian dream imaginable during my evening nap. i was watching a biopic of a famous actress who died in a car accident said car accident was famously gruesome. in the film it was a long sequence shot of her spread over the hood of a fast moving car. it was very long which made me maniacal and i started crying and screaming uncontrollably
beloveds i'm setting this site on fire with all of us in it so we can be together forever ok?
sob sob i wish it were the year 2022 i miss you all