i once took a course where i was supposed to make a dream board poster and i had cut out a bunch of stuff but i never completed the task. it just occurred to me that my tumblr is my dream board. :)
…it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
Virginia Woolf (via etceteradox) (via ancientrites)
Never say that dreams are useless because life is useless if you can’t dream.
Jim Morrison (via dirtcrumbgoddess)

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reality … dreams …how do they mesh?
jezebelx:

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dedicated to my Sir.. SeekstheNight… You do.. i am so blessed. i love You.. nite nite
unmaskedman:

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dedicated to my Sir.. SeekstheNight… You do.. i am so blessed. i love You.. nite nite

unmaskedman:

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ooo giggles.. pink crinoline dreams
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ooo giggles.. pink crinoline dreams

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reality….?

dark-raven:

“Nothing is real here, is it?”

“I don’t know. Probably not.”

“And yet they all treat it as if there was no doubt about it.”

“True. But maybe, maybe this is the matrix and we are all caught up in it.”

“Stranger things are possible.”

“That is the problem. All of this is possible and there no longer any limits.”

“Except what you can imagine.”

“Yes, except what you can imagine.”

“We have all becomes sorcerers.”

“In a sense, you are right.”

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dark-raven:

I’ve painted a picture of you in my mind a thousand times or more. The features change but that you are beautiful remains the same and no matter how many envelopes I slide you into I have yet to tire of the game of finding you somewhere on the streets of my dreams.