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I was on a train at night. The elevated tracks curved so I could see the front from where I was seated. I noticed a large storm cloud hovering next to a really tall building right by the tracks up ahead. It was white and purple and very eerie. I pointed it out to the person next to me. When she looked it started to turn and spin like a tornado. The center started to spark with lightning. It was beautiful and I couldn’t help feeling it had some life to it. It started to move toward the front of the train. I could see it demolish the track and fling the front car toward us in the back. The very front was coming toward my car and time slowed a little bit, enough for me to think, “Oh my god. Oh my god. Please. Please. Please.” I kept hoping it would turn at the last second, but it crashed into us and it broke through into our car and the front of it was thrown right into me.

And then everything was black.

There was an actual blackout in my dream signifying that I was dead. For a good 10 seconds. And then it’s like my brain rebooted into a new dream where I had gotten a serving job in the restaurant from hell.

Brains. They’re crazy.

I’m mad that Game of Thrones didn’t end with the thing I thought it was going to end with.

If I have to apply to one more job I am going to have a mental breakdown and then apply for more jobs because I really need a job someonehiremeplease

Maybe it’s not that I dislike Martha but that I dislike the episodes themselves.

i want it to rain all the time

bookcoversproject said: aw man I always liked her a lot

I really don’t have a reason for it. Whenever there’s an episode of her’s on TV I always respond, “Ugh, it’s a Martha episode.” Maybe it’s just because out of Rose, Donna, Amy and Rory, and now Clara, Martha’s still last for me.