que-es-deactivated20120120 asked: 28, 38, 40, 46, 47, yo!
Anonymous asked: 5,6, 7,9, 45
mucky-mix asked: Q17! Yeah, good luck narrowing it down to just one!
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Seashells: To see seashells in your dream represents security and protection. You are not showing your true self or real feelings. In protecting yourself from getting hurt, You are also becoming reclusive and emotionally closed off. Marijuana: To dream that you are using marijuana implies that you are trying to escape reality. Perhaps you are trying to numb emotional pain. If someone else is using...
Hope my first kiss of the New Year doesn’t turn out to be a complete prick this year! And Since it’s 2012 and all, it better be a good’n. Last year of the world and all that.
razerathane replied to your post: I am getting absolutely fed up with being accused… *patpat* Sounds like your friends are dicks Ah not all of them. Just the ones who respond to a high five or a punch in the shoulder with “I have a Girlfriend”. That’s nice, I have this bad pain in my tooth, but it comes and goes, Oh sorry, I thought we were talking about irrelevant shit.
I am getting absolutely fed up with being accused of seeking out the shag from people I touch during conversation? Is that my choice, sex or isolation? Is there no middle ground where I can pat my friend on the shoulder without being accused by everyone present, them included, that I’m desperate? Even more annoying when they offer me a bit of comfort, a shoulder to cry on whatever, and then...
That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.– John Green
CAN SPIDERS SUFFOCATE?! THIS IS IMPORTANT. … I won’t be able to live with myself if they can. (Edit: It did suffocate. I feel like an asshole.)
The only reason I got into art, is ‘cause when I was in senior infants, we had to write a few sentences about our pet, and then illustrate it. I tried my best, but it was complete shit, so I kinda worked my mom over to draw a picture of Gromit at the end of my page for me. She did, but she didn’t take into account that I was in senior infants, and could barely figure out how to hold a...