Imagine your concious mind is a cabin in a forest, your subconscious. Now imagine living your whole life there, only occasionally wandering in the forest but never too far. Now imagine that cabin is destroyed and you are dropped into the forest of your subconscious.
You can either admire the absolute beauty of the forest you are in or you could start to hear the rustling in the bushes and shadows following you.
I was able to admire the beauty but my friends saw shadows.
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So today, that one kid in my law class tried to claim that rapists were victims
that was a thing
that happened
Whoooo? I wanna know :p no one tried that in my class.
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London, England
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The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.
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December 7, 1964 — see The Complete Peanuts 1963-1966
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