I think about people in general a lot, especially before I fall asleep. I figure them out in increments… Yesterday, for example, I realized that everyone is like a message in a bottle, lost at sea, waiting to be discovered and to land in someone’s arms.
(Source: ireadintothings)
Katy Rose- Overdrive
“I cruise the canyon to get some breeze
with Hidden Treasures up my sleeve.
I like the light and hate the heat
But I’ll lick the blood right off your street.”
Jewel- Who Will Save Your Soul
“We’re so worried about saving our souls
Afraid that God will take His toll
That we forget to begin”
Somebody’s happiness is never a product of mere coincidence.
(Source: ireadintothings)
Just as future reference for any guys out there who might find themselves wanting to ask for my phone number:
1.) Do not drench yourself in enough cologne to choke me.
2.) Do not wear a huge diamond earring on your left (or right) ear.
3.) Do not wear a blue and yellow, striped abercrombie polo.
4.) Do not be overly tan orange.
I’m not saying there is anything wrong with any of the above (yes I am), but if you stand in front of me looking like this and ask me for my phone number, there is a pretty good chance (100%) that I will not give it to you.
We found a new friend at the gym that is now the official front desk mascot. What should his name be?
in my dreams, or at least it feels like I am. As far as my conscious self is concerned, these places are non-existent, or rather, to my own knowledge, I have never visited them while awake. It’s a strange feeling. It almost makes me feel like dreams are more than just unconscious thoughts. Last night, I found myself in the middle of a town-square-like place that felt and looked as if it might be somewhere in Europe; cobblestone streets, old Victorian era architecture. The feeling of familiarity with this town didn’t come from feeling as though I had dreamed of it before, and I don’t believe that I have, but as though I had actually been there several times in the past. I knew this because I was standing on a street corner, the town was this messy entanglement of streets and intersections, and while I don’t remember what I was doing or where I was trying to go, I knew my way around and never had to second guess how to get where I was going.
I also had a similar experience with a dream from a few nights back, where I visited a record store with some of my friends. Again, I don’t have any solid memory of ever dreaming of this particular record store, but after walking inside, a complete sense of recognition and familiarity swept over me. I knew exactly where everything was because I had been there before.
I have no idea what to make of either experience, but I hope I have more dreams like these because they are blowing my mind.
