Last night I dreamt I went to some strange art class in which the object was to dismember a limb and wholly reconstruct it in perfect working order (it just looks a little redder, is all). The fearfulness of having to go through that, and then the relief of realizing that it's simply a flaying and superficial reconstruction, rather than a penetration of all the fascia and bone
art weekend. tough weekend. who am i? surviving with more life by drake "You know, hun, I'm a bit concerned about this negative tone that I'm hearing in your voice these days. I can appreciate where your uncertainty stems from and you have reason to question your anxieties and how disillusioned you feel, as well as feeling skeptical about who you believe you can trust. But that attitude will just hold you back in this life, and you're going to continue to feel alienated. Give some thought to this, because I'm confident in you, and I know you can reach your desired destination and accomplish your goals much more quickly without this confrontation I'm hearing in your tone these days. When others go low, we go high."