It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. Here nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.

 

I woke up and thought..

earnestly-sincere:

Ok, the DAT is tomorrow

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…..wait. the DAT IS TOMORROW

if anyone is more prepared than you, ill be shocked. go in there and sike everyone out. get into their heads. they won’t be prepared for the mental games. hahahahaha