like when someone says, or so many love songs: angel
my wife is an angel on this earth
are people just.. like if you havent experienced it ever before is the assumption just: lovedrunk hyperbole and grandiosity thats kinda cringe
instead of like: wait, lemme sit with this. maybe all the songwriters are just singing actual. if i actually had to wonder if my wife was ever an actual angel, i think that would be a lot, very intense, and rather fucking terrifying
cos that is what a very expansive anima/animus inloveness thing does
it hooks to a live wire with range that vast
like is he a demon, is he lucifer, is he an angel, are we telepathic, this is making me crazy
and its like: no
this is just normal
this is just all very mundane
as in: does crush sound like a nice word
why is it called a crush
oh.
oh cool like actually on a rack like actually they are putting weights on me cool so medieval torture dungeon this is fine actually i also have to take a shower and catch up on some emails as well i can manage
and its like yea manage that's called being an adult no big deal to also endure torture cos hey milk is onsale at the grocery store and on the way home get the dry cleaning dont worry the medieval torture dungeon will go with you on these errands
few out here talking about the invisible labor of integrating what is arriving subconsciously
like cool making my bed while on this monomyth not a problem
no sweat just hero and a thousand facing while folding this laundry
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