ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˢⁱˣᵗᵉᵉⁿ

though i can honestly say
i did not know what my emotions were capable of
until i felt love

 

n[]>n[]

 

where “n” equals h4w+n355 in [insert name of h4w+n355 unit]

 

 

I can tell I am getting tired when I begin BLATANTLY speaking in Algebra, instead of just using it to diagram my own sentences.

Ultimately, does this matter? Probably not.

what is

hope joy lust possession heart desire loneliness contentment anger hunger jealousy happiness aggregation

if not just any conscious experience characterized by intense mental activity and a certain degree of

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It’s a hell of a feeling though

Nadine was telling me why walking away was tricky. “It’ll be okay, though”, she explained. “You two got entangled because it is easy. You’re so alike and he validates your quirks and you his. Remember when we watched that film? “Spooky action at a distance?” Whatever. You’ll stay emotionally connected no matter how much time you spend apart or how erratic that time apart is. Notice how much calmer you are now? The lessons you’ve learned since he’s been in your life. And you started talking to him when he started coming back around again? You’re picking up the energy he was transmitting that he was ready. When he got depressed, so did you. How many times did he just pop into your head when you were doing something else? Was it random or was he thinking about you? Maybe that timeline vision you saw was not what you think, maybe it was a peek into your future? You touched your phone as he sent you a message twice today – how long have you two been disconnected for? And you say that was normal when you talked all the time? And he says things you think how often?

And you thought you were just going to walk away from him? Really? This is a rare connection, Melinda.”

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the block universe

We usually forget that we do have a choice. Some situations may be out of our control, but our thoughts are our own. We either let it break us or make us better.

I am understanding that I have an obsession with time. Time is an illusion, I know this. I have heard it said to me a dozen times. But I feel it passing by. I see the days marked off like a prison sentence. I know how many days have gone by since xyz have happened so I know this means war.

Right?

No, it is how I observe it.

The future does not exist.

“The future is not now real and there can be no definite facts of the matter about the future.” What is real is “the process by which future events are generated out of present events.”

Q: the distinction between past, present and future; why time appears to move in only one direction; and whether time is fundamental or emergent?
A: The directionality that we observe in the macroscopic world is very real: Teacups shatter but do not spontaneously reassemble; eggs can be scrambled but not unscrambled; the universe will be larger tomorrow than it is today.

“the pile of things under the rug gets bigger.”

 

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the uncrossing, pt. 5

i dream in shades of blue,

blue eyes blue skies blue butter–
flies.

the laughter heard is not evil
or out to get me.

still,
i cry.

my heart has filled up, 
much.

all the words that are escaping,
 are returning to me with song.

he smiles and opens his arms out wide.

and when i think this is his invitation,
 for me to hide.

he pushes me into his body, 
and i come out the other side.
“glory.” 
i think.

”love,”
 he says,

”is not as fleeting as you think.”

the uncrossing, pt. 4

THISISNOTATESTTHISISANACTUAL
EMERGENCYDONOTUSETHELIFTSORT
HELITUPWALKWAYPROCEEDDIRECTL
YTOTHEENDOFTHELINEYOUWILLBET
HELASTONETOEXITEXITINGISBYCL
ASSANDLEVELOFATTRACTIVENESSF
IRSTANDFOREMOSTYOUMAYNOTSWIT
CHYOURPLACEINTHELINEYOUMAYNO
TTAKEANYPERSONALBELONGINGSWI
THYOUPLEASEWAITYOURTURNNOYOU
MAYNOTUPGRADEYOURPOSITIONHAS
ALREADYBEENASSIGNEDTOYOUPLEA
SEMINDTHEGAPANDTHATTHENEARES
TEXITMAYBEDIRECTLYBEHINDYOUT
HISISATESTANDYOUHAVEFAILEDPL
EASECHECKYOURNUMBERANDDIALA
GAINDONOTFORGETTOTIPYOURSER
VERANDREMEMBERTOKEEPYOURSEA
TBELTFASTENDEDWHILESEATEDFO
RYOURSAFETYPLEASEDONOTFEEDT
HEANIMALSYOURCONVERSATIONMA
YBERECORDEDFORTRAININGPURPO
SESYOUROPINIONISIMPORTANTTO
USPLEASEHOLDWHILEWEUPLOADAM
ALICIOUSMALWARETOYOURPCTHIS
SITEISINTENDEDFORADULTS18AN
DOLDERONLYPLEASEPRESS2FOREN
GLISHPLEASEPLACETHEMASKONYO
URSELFBEFOREHELPINGOTHERSDO
NOTTAKETHISMEDICIATIONWITHA
LCOHOLNOFATTIESORANYONEOVER
22YOUCANNOTSEDATEALLTHETHIN
GSYOUHATECAUTIONHOTLIQUIDSE
MPLOYEESMUSTWASHTHEIRHANDSB
EFORERETURNINGTOWORKLIFEISL
IKEABOXOFCHOCOLATESPROUDTOB
EANAMERICANEATFRESHLOSEWEIG
HTFEELGREATLIVEGIRLS24HOURS

mid﹂﹁

my sentences are collapsing.
reality is a stinging & unpleasant thing.
I​ am scattered.
no-one talks to each other anymore. everyone has their noses in their mobiles.
trust grows where doubt has always lived.

IT IS STILL FRIGHTENING AS HELL, though.

nothing is the way you think it is.

incompatible forms of child[ishness] “romantic fairytale bullshit” vs. lack of trust, hope, faith, & courageous resolve
You say “to may to,” I say [, backwards,] “to mah to.”
And the logical conclusion.
Because I cannot be the only one here believing in these things anymore.​

UNEXPECTED_DATA_AFTER_ADDRESS@.SYNTAX-ERROR. wrote:

anytime you move out of your side of things and open your mouth and words form to the direction of someone else OUTCOMes compliment. for example,

A. “what a lovely day”.
[the day is now subject to your words.]
{Etymology: French, from Italian complimento, from Spanish cumplimiento, from cumplir to be courteous}
B. “what a pissy day”.
[even though it is not the nicest thing to say to the day, you took the time to express your feelings/thoughts with the day. it is courteous to make your opinion known. even if it is not kind or the thought the masses are feeding on that day]

ah, physical location.

concede

it is in those small, silent moments that you realise that, perhaps, life is not being very kind to you because you have had all you are going to have already. these last scenes are just to pay the bills. living in the past or visualising what delights may come is just part of the program.

 

we all know how the story ends.

ǝʌɐɥ ʇou op ǝʍ ʇɐɥʍ ǝʌol oʇ ǝɹnʇɐu uɐɯnɥ sı ʇı