Had the most odd dream last night, it involved a man and wife, and a child. the man was sitting at a computer in a hotel (which was a part of my previous dream), a small room, and typing up a ‘novel’ in the shape of an orange star. Then the woman, dressed in a kimono, found a small folded piece of brown paper, with toothpicks sticking out on all sides. She realized it was a sacred keepsake of one of the asian students staying at the hotel, but decided to open it anyway. It was extremely intricate and difficult to open then close back up, as there were thousands of toothpicks, and it had to be opened without the student knowing. when open, the woman looked upon a painting of Mao. She gasped and was appauled and ordered the man to fold it back up at once. She was horrified and crying and screaming. Then I woke up. At the beginning of the dream I was the child, and at the end, I was the woman.

isn’t it odd how a book has a different feeling in your hands when it is finished. Kind of like when a stranger becomes a friend.

my drunk texting and calling habits need to stop

i just love everyone, and love my boyfriend even more, is that such a crime? :(

how strange it is to be anything at all

drunk wandering home from the pub, happy as can be, the neighbourhood beside downtown is empty-your neighbourhood, we see a cat, sit down on the road and are lavishing it with attention, loving every minute of it

i talk about how i don’t know how i’m ever going to be able to have a cat because i want to travel so much, but i love cats oh so much

we’ll have a roommate that will take care of the cat when we’re away

drunk conversation continues

…

we just admitted that we wanted to have children together

sobering moment

I never wanted to make those kind of confessions but goddammit I was drunk and you are perfect

(Source: zealotry)

(Source: im1004)

love will tear us apart

I felt fourteen again, sitting in my bedroom, eating candy, but when I was fourteen I was never lucky enough to have met you yet. I thought of kissing you, but felt self conscious- as if you would think I’m weird, oh I don’t know. You smiled and I realized you were thinking the same thing.