Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
no longer writing in the third person
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
really i want the internet
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
in a post. I want to be remembered
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it is hopeful
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Today I felt like starting