Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
the site i am dreaming
i really havent
i have read not even 1 book
...
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
its good short few pages
whats your name?
its good
your feed looks like my tumblr
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.
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.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
as in
i dont understand magnetisation
its good
wait what is that
yeah
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
sorry i am texting like a slav
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.
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plato