#pi

I had a dream about you. I sat at your table of brotherhood and asked why you invited so many strangers. You laughed and passed me the bread bowl. But the guest in-between us took the last roll before it reached me. ↗

— Bauvard

#dreams #funny #humor #life #relationships

I had a dream about you. We made love like mannequins, and afterwards we laid in bed, exhausted and extinguished, which was indistinguishable from our insatiable sexual congress—and also identical to the way Congress goes about fucking us.
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— Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#dreams #funny #humor #life #relationships

Don't dwell on the PAST as it is a memory... But dream for the Future as it is a hope ↗

— Blake Hahn

#dreams

Its a dream, a fearful dream, life is ↗

— Marcus Aurelius

#dreams

to achieve your dream,see the world you want it to be.not as it may appear to be ↗

— Gail Lynne Goodwin

#dreams

The best way to maximize your time is by not wasting time. This requires planning and having an awareness of how you spend your time throughout the day. ↗

— Tasha Hoggatt

#dreams #goals #inspirational #change

Dreams and Happiness are...drugs. And the pain that follows is not less than a sharp knife...or a sharp-nail. It bleeds without blood. You just feel it. With every sense you have got, on every single inch of earth, in every tiny part of the minute you live. It compels you to feed...yourself... ↗

— Ankur Kumar Shah

#blood #compels #dream #dreams #drugs

Twenty years from now you will be more disapointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. ↗

— Mark Twain

#dreams

I can smell blood, Elena,” Dmitri drawled, walking back into the room. “Are you trying to flirt? ↗

— Nalini Singh

#elena #vampire #blood

So they gave me love in form of poison and tiny little pills, programming my emotions, teaching me how to feel. To act correct and talk correct and answer without knowing the question, because that, my dear, is how you get love. Yes that, dear youth, is how you'll be loved. I tried to medicate my own fucked up little mind with chemicals and adrenaline, tasting sweeter every night, shaking louder every time. Sitting wide awake in bed until the world disappears, writing poetry to concentrate on something real while waiting for the love to arrive. I've been looking for it night after night, waiting patiently for it to show up, maybe somewhere in between the state of awake and asleep, alive and not so alive, sober and not so sober. (I lost track of the difference somewhere in between.) ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#finding-yourself #love #lucid-dreaming #night #pills