im gonna try to type out what i can remember about my dream now that im in class and can’t pay attention to lecture
i joined some kind of all girls or girls majority group, like a cult or a school or coven or something. i was going to the classes and learning about the people and what the place was about (same school and neighborhood and house that i’ve always been dreaming of) i can’t remember any of the teachings but i know it was spiritual or occult in some way. i was still myself as i am IRL i was feeling antisocial and not wanting to talk to anyone or do anything. listening to one of the teachings i was hanging out with my friend brenden who was so skinny i felt his spine and i could basically wrap my fingers around it. I think there were like 2 or 3 boys there. the living quarters was all female. i remember i was about to leave the house with a little group of people and i decided to pull out my sketchbook to show people or to have people look at at their leisure. I looked through it and didn’t recognize any of the drawings. i went outside and we were standing by the cars and i suddenly saw a huge flash in the sky. like a meteor or a shooting star, but it started at the bottom of the sky line and moved up quickly, then sideways as it got smaller and then it zipped down and crashed into a commercial area. as it got smaller it looked like a jelly fish or something like that. and it was flashing pink and blue. when it crashed i was able to see it from afar (dream physics) and it looked like the Akira computer visualization but on its side and huge. i was so shocked i was unable to look away but also unable to fully understand what i was looking at.
there was a being with a strange form, like human but not quite because it was taller and seemed too ethereal and hard to comprehend. they came to the group i was standing with and they were emanating bright light and warmth, we were engulfed. we knew they were here to see one of us, it was something from the teachings of the group that we were experiencing first hand. i couldn’t tell right away but i could feel it. they selected one of the girls from the group, and they performed some kind of ritual together. the being produced a weird ball that looked like play doh and peeled “leaves” off of it. first they ate three green leaves, then they ate three yellow leaves. then some hand signals and i think a repeated phrase and then they both disappeared in a shimmery spiral. and we were all so excited and blow away, i think the vibe for all of us was just starstuck almost shocked and traumatized but in a positive way, like what we thought would happen actually happened.
we went back to the dorms and we were all really excited and busy with studying, cleaning, and talking to each other. i know we had to attend a class regarding what we had witnessed but i don’t remember much more past this point. the last thing i remember was a girl coming to my room and wanting to put her laundry in with mine. by this time we were all like sisters. she gestured to my laundry basket and i just said “mhm” and she added her clothes to my basket. i was too distracted looking into a box of needles and safety pins to look up at her, but i telepathically told her i appreciated how little we needed to talk. and then i woke up. i really wish i could have stayed, it reminded me so much of other cultish dreams i’ve had before and i only want to discover more. but alas none of it is real none of it happened and none of it could even possibly happen.
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It's weird how sometimes a couple of hours in one place can make you want to change your whole life plan. It's what London has done to me. I've felt so good there that now I'm thinking about looking for job there instead of here.
Because maybe I could chase that feeling and fill that void somehow... Maybe that's where I'm meant to be
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people are saying do it scared, but you also gotta do it alone. you'll miss out on so much you want to do if you wait til someone will do it with you. do it scared and do it alone.
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i used to be so good at writing strong, thoroughly-researched, thoroughly-edited essays.
as a kid in hs, my teacher literally came up to me, holding my 40 page essay on the intersection of the European witch hunts and capitalism/exploitation/gender roles (it was supposed to be 7 pages...whoops) and went like "this is literally a master's-degree level thesis. what are you doing?? you could literally use this as your final dissertation in a master's program, what the fuck."
NOW??? NOW?? you'd think I'd be oh so skilled. but alas. i can barely piece together two ideas. adhd skill-regression is so so real. im SOBBING
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Part of the reason that Republicans are so desperately acting like they will never lose again is because they are deeply terrified that this is their last real chance to win. The big orange dipshit came in and gutted the party of everyone who wasn't a loyalist, which left it full of nasty little gremlins who have gaping voids where charisma and human decency is supposed to go.
They still hold a lot of power, but if we stop them this year the next presidential election may not be the Most Important One Of Your Life™, that's not a guarantee or anything, but if they don't win here and now their future looks grim, this dipshit is the only guy they have left and he's extremely diminished and has his brains leaking out of his ears at this point. We can beat him into the ground.
So that's what we're gonna fucking do. We're gonna break these fucking fash. They will crash upon us and we're gonna break their fucking necks. When they come for us they will lose because they're fucking losers and we have each other's backs which is something they fundamentally are incapable of comprehending.
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when ao3 is back up i want all of you to leave comments on the fics you were interrupted from reading, the fics you were looking to find, the fics you were thinking about re-reading, and the fics left open in your tabs for months now.
when ao3 is back up, i want you all to show some love to your favourite writers, favourite fics, or even just the 600 word one-shot that brought a smile to your face that tuesday three weeks ago.
when ao3 is back up i want you all to remember that comments and explicitly voiced appreciation are what keep writers going.
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Something something the way that Crowley introduced himself to Aziraphale the first time they met in the garden and reacted as if they had never met before. Something about him later behaving as if he did actually have those memories of their time in Heaven together and trying to pass it off as being someone different now. Something about Heaven's way of punishing angels that go against the plan by erasing their memories. Something about Crowley seeing Gabriel without his memory and saying "ask him properly." Something about "remember it now" "it hurts, to remember. my head isn't built for that" "I know. Do it anyway"
Something about "I know. Looking at where the furniture isn't"
Something about I know
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