Hilarious moment in the witchy store when a group of us were hanging out and the topic of tumblr came up and we all realized each of us have active tumblrs but it was decided we would not share those tumblrs because, the consensus was, the weird (unspoken: horny) shit we post on tumblr must remain only on tumblr, and to tear down the wall betwixt tumblr and the Real World would open a portal that could not be closed and no one would ever look at each other the same.
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5 minutes into the monkey man and i told my friend i already could feel it was gonna be an all time favorite for me. we kept talking separately about how amazing Dev Patels performance was and how iconic the directing was. found out midway thru that DEV PATEL directed it and we were forced to take a five minute freak out break like we were Unable to continue for a while. i was so red. she was so horny. world was never the same
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Today, on International Holocaust Remembrance Day, I spent an hour in a therapy appointment venting about antisemitism. An hour wasn't enough to go over everything that has happened.
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Man some of these things are WILD. My turn!
When I was a kid I had a hard time telling the difference between dreams and reality. This caused a few problems. I legit thought I could fly for awhile. Teleport too, which is a whole story on its own because to this day my memory SWEARS that I teleported.
My very first memory is of thinking no one else was real because I couldn't see through their eyes (because I could body jump in my dreams).
Nowadays I can at least tell the difference between dreams and reality, but I still obsess over them. There're over 700 dreams in my dream log.
Alright, your turn!
Ever since I was 12-14, I’ve had a very strained grip on reality. Basically, it’s really hard for me to conceptualize that things are “real.” Half the time, I remember events in dreams as reality, just like you.
The other half of the time, though, I’m completely aware that I’m dreaming. And yet, things seem so real, that it’s hard to understand that the people and places I’m seeing aren’t real someplace other than the real world.
My personality in dreams is different from my real one, though. I’m a bit more of a dick in my dreams. This is just background, the real confession starts now:
I was dreaming that I was hanging out with a group of characters I was obsessed with at the time. Three of them went to go get snacks, while I and the one other character hung out on the couch.
Once the others were gone, I turned to the character I was with and told him that he wasn’t real, and this was all a dream.
His face dropped. All of a sudden, he looked more serious and upset than I had ever seen him, even in the source material. He said to me, voice cracking,
“You think I don’t know that?”
I couldn’t say anything in response. I was shocked. Then, the others came back with the snacks, and he went completely back to normal. The dream ended soon after.
If “I” had been in control instead of my dream self, I never would have said that to him. It’s too cruel a thing to tell someone, even if they don’t really exist.
I want nothing more than to see him one more time to apologize, but I know that I never will, because he’s not real.
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*Talia visiting Damian*
Talia: Damian, how are you? *glares at Dick*
Damian: I am doing well mother
Dick: *from behind him* *mouthing: why the fuck are you here?*
Talia: oh that's great! I see you have a new pet? *Mouthing back: to see MY son*
Damian: this is Haley, Grayson's dog, she's staying with me while he goes on a mission.
Dick: *flipping Talia off where Damian can't see* yep, he's so good with animals
Talia: I'm aware *throws a knife at him*
Dick: *throws it back*
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