#dreams;

[aiken-2020]

A step away from the doorstep

If you’re doing what you love, you will never get tired as what they’ve said. We have different views in life, and some of us live to fulfill individual’s dream. I consider myself as a late bloomer, but I noticed earlier in my life what I really want to become but I lose the chance and took the other one. I admit that I don’t have the courage before and I was afraid back then, and now, I came back to fulfill what I really want and decided to fight for it. To be a nurse someday is one of my biggest dreams, and I am willing to give up everything for the sake of my dreams.

I can say that I succeeded when I can see different people’s emotions in a premises, where I can hear what they feel, what they need, the scream of pain, and the sound of thankfulness. by this time, I must be very happy and probably wont ever get tired. 

 I know that before anything happens in life, something must be done. I will be giving my best in learning the lessons that this will be the foundation of my dream of becoming nurse and I am willing to use every resources I have and I believe my parents will do the same. I am willing to give my time, my extra money to buy reference books and other study materials that will make my study more easier.

A goal is the vision of the self or the way of projection of rewards and it gives motivation to oneself. I just simply don’t want to regret in the future for not getting what will make me happy, and aside from that, I want to go abroad and go to different places, and capture every scenery. I will try my very best to give it a head start and hopefully I can do it within six years. I can’t wait to see myself in that moment. 

[queltuosaporedimusica]

Sarebbe bello restare per sempre dentro i sogni.

queltuosaporedimusica

[passthestoli]

You hear a voice. It’s hers. She asks if you were ready to cooperate, but no sound comes from you but for the quiet patter of sweat– or was it tears?– dripping off of you.

The pressure on your arm is gentle, two fingers marking out the spot, but what follows is anything but gentle.

You think you’re screaming. Thrashing in your seat, maybe. But the moment the needle enters your skin, the moment the fluid taints your bloodstream, you lose consciousness of yourself, body acting out without you knowing what you were doing.

A bright light. Her outline. You could swear you could see teeth bared in a triumphant smile as the burning droplets of dark tears streaked down your face, and you’re filled with nothing but anger.

All of a sudden, you bolt up from bed, panting, cold sweat making the sheets cling to your skin.

You bury your face in your shaking hands.

You never wanted to remember that day ever again.

[drhanniballecter]

Why am I awake at 4am? This is gonna sound like a shitpost but it's fucking true... I just had a nightmare that Donald trump and Hillary Clinton were both my parents, and I uncovered a plot that trump was trying to kill me and my brother so we tried to find evidence to have against him while avoiding him and right when we were about to uncover some manner of damming evidence, trump bursts in and catches us and we scream and he's like "shh! Your mom will hear you!" And we're like "good?? We don't wanna DIE?!" And he's like "what you think I'm trying to kill you?" And we're like "yeah we found this letter saying so in your desk." And he's like "...that letter is your mom's." All of the sudden Hillary pops up out of fuxkibf nowhere and trump dives at her to save us while we run away. She kills him with a knife and then comes after us with a crazed bloodthirsty look in her eyes and we run up the stairs but there's nowhere else to go. She's all slowly approaching us, coming up the stairs, knowing she's got us cornered. And my brother's like "why are you doing this?? We're your kids!!" And she's like "no!" *evil laugh* "I've always hated you!" And my brother was like "well?? Pfft? Sorry for being born??" And she's like "yeah that's a start, kiddo, but now you're gonna die." And she reaches the top of the stair and my brother looks her deadass in the eye and said "not today, Clinton!" And he kicks her and she falls back down the stairs and dies. ...anyway. That's the story of the most terrifying dream I've ever had, and in case you didn't pick up on the truly horrifying part, it happened right at the very beginning with the part where trump and Hillary were both my parents. Also, I'm still voting for Hillary, even if she did try to kill me. B/c we all know irl, trump ain't diving in to save anyone w/ his economic and social "plans" amirite.

[cosmeaulait]

How vivd a scene, yet not brightly colored. In hues and shades of cool colors, the quiet city crept right up to the edge of the lake, watching. I was in a boat with you--a long, narrow boat. I sat as far away from you as I could possibly manage, but the distance still wasn’t enough. One look from you was enough to keep me blushing for moments on end, and my eyes needed an escape; anywhere to look, anywhere but you. I still felt your gaze on me, but I busied myself elsewhere: the forest on either sides of this lake, the fact that the entire scene was well enough lit, yet not sunny, but neither cloudy nor foggy. Tones of blues, greens, and purples filled my vision. I didn’t know what was behind me, where we were slowly rocking away from. I didn’t look back to check.

And then rather than dock our boat right in front of those looming buildings, you paddled us quietly to a corner, a house in particular. A mansion, rather. The side opened straight up into a room, as if it was a porch, but was built as spectacularly as the rest of the building. You helped me out of the boat with your extended, steady hand... And then we led each other into the grand house, tripping over our own feet and rushing through doors, giddy and excited for nothing in particular.

[eisfrendin]

I said darling why so blue She told me I been missin' you He said leave and she said stay Kissed my lips and quickly ran away