Each hair on my body represents 1 of my dreams
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
we're not kids anymore.

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Each hair on my body represents 1 of my dreams
it is impossible to watch a movie. every night i think i want to watch a movie. no movie gets watched. because it's not possible
how it feels to become an active participant in your own life
Kelly Louise Judd 'Bleeding Heart Crows' 2025
rabbit plant, anne siems
"Anyone who has ever tried to recount a dream to someone else is in a position to measure the immense gap, the qualitative incommensurability, between the vivid memory of the dream and the dull, impoverished words which are all we can find to convey it: yet this incommensurability, between the particular and the universal, between the vecu and language itself, is one in which we dwell all our lives, and it is from it that all works of literature and culture necessarily emerge."
Fredric Jameson, Imaginary and Symbolic in Lacan
Brian Eno and photoshop (1995)
you ever just hand things to ur pet to sniff so they can feel included
anyone else feel like there will always be a veil of separation between them and the rest of the world and that they’ll never actually be understood or is that just me
My Name is 8 PM. and I am always arriving when you atrent Looking
holy shit all jobs are bad
I trust this sweet May morning
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to C.H. Clark, wr. c. May 1883
then again, "always" slightly mispronounces "hallways." it also echoes it.