“I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.”
—(via stymshaws)
June 2013
“There is a time and place for decaf coffee. Never and in the trash.”
—(via loveyourchaos)
I had such a bad dream and I can't interpret it.
Ugh I can’t go back to sleep. I haven’t had a dream like that in a long long time. Like I woke up sweating and I felt like I couldn’t move. That’s maybe happened to me two other times and I remember the last one vividly. I sent a two paragraph text to the person my dream involved immediately.
jeez. I need something to calm me down
I can do anything stoned
Except hold a decent conversation
Everybody all talkin shit about how many david bowie albums I have on my ipod
then when we walk into the tattoo shop GUESS WHO’S PLAYING? DAVID FUCKING BOWIE IS PLAYING
I need a fake boyfriend for like an hour
Or a crash course in how to avoid creepy creepers
If you can pin me down in bed and hold my hand at dinner then you basically meet my standards
