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stumbles out of the music covered in blood
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restart, and heal
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u ever meet someone for the first time n ur like ,,yes u. u should be my person
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this is where i end and you begin (2020)
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bae: come over
me: i can’t, i’m in 16th century japan
bae: i’m home alone
me:

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we will see each other again, and it will be good. i can’t wait :)
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“One day, you realise that there are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way.”
— Iain Thomas; I Wrote This For You
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(via @lattae.bujo on instagram)
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i think we don’t talk about dreams enough.
when we go to bed, our marvellous minds take all the information they have stored during the day, re-examine it, and make up hours and hours of stories and tales to keep us company while we sleep. they take our fears and anxieties, and they try to make them more rational, easier for us to understand. they take all the pleasant events and make us relieve the best moments. they invent new scenarios every day, picking faces of people we’ve seen during the day and using them as characters in our own personal stories.
some find premonitions in dreams, some find relief. some find rest, some find stress. they’re not always good, but they’re unique. if everyone in the world had the same dream as you, there would still be billions of different interpretations, billions of different outcomes.
dreams have been with us since the dawn of time, because our silly, wonderful brains needed to stay active, even when the body seemed to give up from exhaustion. dreams have scared, inspired, accompanied living beings for as long as we’ve existed.
just, dreams. always taken for granted and yet so breath-taking.
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