#thought o clock

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is having differing levels of crudeness across languages a thingy orrrr

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time to make some dream-inspired art

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i wish i could be a human recharging point or something

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LIFE IS SO EXCITING WOOoOoOOooOw!!!

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it’s a good idea in theory to turn my dreams into drawings but maybe it’ll be easier to write them as stories or something idk but i suck at coming up with conclusions

maybe a combo

like 4 drawings and a dialogue (per dream)

or a poster and a synopsis (per dream)

or an image and some text that I release in parts? (i could make my own cliffhangers omg it’s like a fic)

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imagine not knowing you didn’t actually know your past

somehow I wasn’t living with my family at the moment so I was back for a visit

it wasn’t my current house

it was a weird big house with too many rooms and dark corners with thick velvet with dark solid wood furniture and weird art everywhere

it was supposedly my childhood house

went into this room that was like a walk in closet with my sisters but instead of there being clothes there were drawers from waist down and from waist up there would be a spotlight directed at a piece of art sitting atop the drawers

all the art had the same type of style

kind of realistic with oddly proportioned green people doing daily stuff

okay kind of creepy, but that’s fine because abstract art right?

spent some time in there talking to my sisters because it was a nice and quiet private space

and then I asked what was with those pictures

what kind of odd taste is that and who was the artist?

oh, silly child. those are photos! they used to look after us when we were kids. look that’s us in the photos too

no, i don’t recall

well, maybe you’ll remember if you see this

and then she opens one of the drawers beneath a picture and there lies two thick green masks side by side facing up that look like people’s heads but with the features hollowed out

heads in a drawer

arms in another

some personal belongings and hand written letters in the next

yet there were no green men in my memories

only photos of myself with people i don’t recognise

similar things kept happening

my family would give me odd looks

they’d say things i didn’t understand

i’d find books and objects with my name on it and sometimes my handwriting with no recollection of it

and then i found a sketchbook/diary with my name

probably mine?

the first few pages look like my drawings when i was younger and by page 20 they look like my current drawings

okay

sketches of birds, hands, people and places but none that i recognise, but all in my style

okay

beyond page 20 they look better than my current standards

was i looking at future me? but maybe it’s not mine, maybe the name is a coincidence

a distant relative?

it can’t be mine

that wouldn’t make sense

there is no date on any of the drawings

after page 25 the drawings become rougher with harsher strokes

colours become unrealistic

lines stop meeting

images left incomplete

aggressive

the sketchbook is only a third filled

are these mine?

did i forget these?

(too?)

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Love yourself first. Loneliness and being in a relationship are not mutually exclusive. Learn how to be alright by yourself so you don’t settle for any less than you deserve.

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funny bone feel is from the humerus compressing the ulnar nerve????

it was a pun?????