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This photo was reblogged from hormonesandhoney and originally by she-moves-in-her-own-waay.
Fly
So, I had this pretty crazy dream last night where everything was turning into some sort of bland Distopia based on conformity. People weren’t allowed to have friends, or even acquaintances for that matter. Anyone who had completely succumbed to this conformity turned into a black and white character, who looked at me with giant phony smiles. Aware of the grossness of the situation, I was was avoiding anything and everything that might change or tempt me. Scared, I was running around trying to find some sort of escape. While running away from whatever was driving and controlling this conformity, I ran into you, of all people. You were still in color. You understood. You were running too. We both got in this elevator and just kept going up until I awoke. Why my unconscious mind took me to you is way beyond me, but, I was happy it was you. I miss you. Though we really don’t even talk at all anymore, and though I may not talk to you again like we used to, I’ll always have a place for you; although it may be pointless and hopeless, I’ll never forget you, or at least who you were to me.
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February
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