that looks like my instagram account
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
not so on: yvf(wthw)